Best Pays Poems

Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives 
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.

On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of...

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How does one measure love in scope or scale?
  For if such ledger ever was designed
Then logic would over the heart prevail.
  So...

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I arrive when life's first breath pays its toll
And stay after death till' visits are cold
I'm the deep well you draw from always full
You find...

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Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens

Marching to the beat of clicking...

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while eagles soar high
over rugged mountains
of south carolina
through writings shared 
WolfSpirit takes shape
my mind pictures the man
in all his wisdom
half human half spirit

i hear his...

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They read our poems, and more than that,
they leave a word or two.
It isn’t much, yet that’s a thing
some folks here NEVER do.

Some heroes never...

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I thought I’d repost this because of the state of the world today and because 
it might help someone see things a little differently or...

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The White House harbors an orange traitor
Benedict Donald, science-hater
He never met a fact
He didn't try to whack
This prick puts the 'dick' in Dictator!

The obtuse ogre...

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How Dare We Ever So Boldly Speak Out

Let me write in obscure and chaotic words
stirring waters tepidly unknown
Yet my spirit refuses to admire such birds
or...

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Who ate the last slice?
I don't hear no confession
Who scarfed the last slice down?
Everyone seems to have a finger pointing obsession
Don't know why we have...

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“I hate Mondays,” yes, I surely do,
I say aloud while folding up that shirt
which, with some other tops, I'm giving to
the Goodwill store along with...

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Impatient, the river, no time for submission
Taking no notice of one all alone
It continues to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
It pays no attention, thinks...

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I was counting my neighbor's blessings,
And paying no mind to my own;
For it seemed to me the harder I worked,
The more my neighbor's had grown.

The...

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And if all I had 
was a heart to give,
would that be enough?

and if all I had 
in that heart were love
would love be enough?

for...

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“The pathless path beckons us ~
To get aboard God’s bliss bus”
            ~ quote by...

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