Best Perfected Poems

Here we have in this 119th Psalm
the psalmist speaks of avoiding sin
so that reality knows obedience fully
when the living word is meditated in

Be careful to avoid every sin filled trap
having reverence for God's holy word
achieves for believers a deep respect
any other view is totally absurd

If...

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The Great “I AM” that could not stand
Yet held the fate of man in hand.
Jehovah Jireh laid to rest
Upon the milk of Mary’s breast.
The Prince of Peace of priests despised
Would heal the lame and open eyes.
Infant, holy radiant infant
When God became a babe.
Through Christ, a...

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Commit to me the art of you and I will be alone
See to me you are the light and I will be blind
Rejoice in me your very soul for I cannot atone
That in the very faith you hold, I knew not any kind

A flower bent...

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pips
pine
poses
perfect
perfectly
perfected
perfecting
perfectionism
perfectionistly so
he played his harp
only heard in the dark
shadows shattered rest
broken by silences test
waves wane on sound
vibrations are bound
touching chaotic'ing realms
brushing neurotic'ing whelms
blushing arts streaming scars
prancing like gleaming shards
glancing with seeming stars
romancing  loves branded 
regaurds
only heard
in
the
dark
he played his harp
?...

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and like theriouthly what wath their problem
ith jutht thex
the story continues on all the way to newfoundland
who sort of did it justice, how jesus even taught them to procreate is beyond me
I's the bye that builds the boat, I's the bye that sails her
I's the...

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purifying sense is the finest way to be perfected with wisdom...

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IN HIM PERFECTED- I am

I am in Him perfected
I wonder if I fly in heaven
I hear the sound of the angels wings
I see the lion sleeping next the sleeping lamb
I want longevity of life, to see Jesus descend from the heavens
I am in Him perfected
I...

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One in the morning 
Pitch black outside 
He looks around 
The neighbors are sound asleep
The homeowners are out of town 

He pry's open the door
With a crowbar in hand 
Pieces of the door frame broken all over the floor 
He looks for expensive electronics
Jewlery and...

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Have Been Perfected

As long as on earth I do remain alive
With God and Son in me shall survive
Each moment and complete my destiny
It is God always bringing out best in me.

No telling where best is liable to appear
Could be far off or place nice and...

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Poem Was Perfected

After effort, all things are corrected,
And only the best you truly selected;
Devoted to duty;
Such a beauty;
Each poem you wrote was perfected.

Jim Horn

Remember doing this receiving a Bachelor's then a Master's.

Each Diploma on Table Lays

These have been all bygone days,
When I had received much...

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I hear voices
I see people that are not there
I worship the devil
I believe war is the answer that solves all of our problems
taking drugs is a good idea
and if you see me i stand out in society more than you
I am different
and you all know...

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#EPANALEPSIS POETRY
look into the eyes, look

true love eyes never lie about true love

infatuation, loves learning curve, infatuation

I do, the vow, forty-eight years and still I do

together, we will always be together

alone again, never again alone

together now, and forever together

perfected love our life, our life is...

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“To love, or not to love?” that is the point,
the focus which men lose beyond disjoint.
To be a god among men, and unloved,
is woe: even wild beasts are not unmoved
by these fragmented, lone, unearthly souls,
for whom the scroll of history unrolls.
Man, being so much better...

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Rounded corners and soft edges
Come to us 
Like white geese waddling
Small babies swaddling 
Without knowing
them as gifts

We are
Much deeper 
Than our borders.
Past skin and heart
And long into the soul.

We are all and ever only
Wishes from before

And we are all and ever only 
Dreams of something...

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A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris 
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend 
But clearly seeking its abrupt end.

Anew, Elvis investigative finger
Goes for The Sticky Feeling...

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