Best Permitting Of(P) Poems

Ariel eyes gaze towards sapphire seas.
Mermaids have no purpose in aquariums.
Yet so many struggle to escape shallow streams.

Sitting upon sandy shores,
depth of her emotions, reflect...

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“Mystic Moment with you”

A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.

A mirror facing west...

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Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security. 
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists. 
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood...

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Last time it rained was in April.
                  ...

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For holding things, two arms have we -
two arms with hands with which we have been blessed.
Two only – we’ve no need of three.
Two arms...

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Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and...

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USE ALL OF ME


Father God,
Kindly use all of me today...
Again, I say to You God---
 use all of me today.

I am no preacher God 
but...

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Oh, Lord, I think we need a magic knob
that's somewhere on one arm discreetly placed.
When activated, it would softly throb,
alerting us to nearby pain it...

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Were I adept at shape-shifting
I would avoid shadow-lifting
And eschew re-gifting,
I would spend more time sifting
Through forms more befitting
And most likely give up babysitting!

Were I adept...

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‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the...

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Undoubtedly a microchip 
Or something else 
Implanted in the right hand
Or in the forehead,
And this is the mark
Of the beast 
His name and number 
The...

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When walking barefoot trough the grass you will feel a tantilizing tingle.
Connecting your soul to the earth is advised permitting your toes and grass to...

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Is this life but a dream? 
I once wondered to myself, in this life
Will we really find true happiness,
A place to which we can escape,
A...

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Only an inspired mortal such as I,
could feel the stimuli
synonymously woven in unison with the indigenous people,
who for centuries have inhabited this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland...

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hi I'm Baxter Belknap Mandible IV
the Ninth Earl of Burneydick
I'll be heading your inner assault team
would you like the wine list
we have a nice Retaliation...

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