Best Pocked Poems

Prospector Pete had roamed the hills fer years searchin' fer gold!
He and his faithful burro, Fred, were both growin' weary and old.
He'd looked fer color in many a mountain and stream in Colorado,
Lookin' fer that mother lode, that elusive vein, his own El Dorado!

Oh, he'd...

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Yer briny whore
akin to boar
wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked
chomped 'n chewed
me black 'n blue
wit' carnassial chompers as of croc

Be curs'd, yer nit  
me ample bits
equated ter yer own be nowt 
yerz be carnivorous  
scaly 'n scabrous
yer plaque be axed ter beef up grout

Uncomely...

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Look up to see a dome of black velvet
lavishly set with crystals of starlight.
And watch time confetti infinity;
unveiling trillions of lights to the night.

Mars and Jupiter share a reddish tinge
as Venus and Mercury pierce Night's haze.
And though Neptune and Uranus are faint, 
Saturn's elegance evokes...

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As the sun slip-slides down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave the way.
And the night is wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.

As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal...

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Prospector Pete had roamed the hills fer years searchin' fer some gold.
He and his faithful burro, Fred, were both growin' weary and old.
He'd looked fer color in many a mountain and stream in Colorado,
Lookin' fer that mother lode, that elusive vein, his own El Dorado.

Oh,...

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Once a month Earth’s moon takes another gig
     Moonlighting in a far-off galaxy
The lunar eclipse only veils the truth
     The man in the moon is an absentee

Decades peering down, he needs some relief
    ...

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I thought it was my imagination, when 
I saw it coming,
I felt the warm, intimate air, coming closer
And closer and closer into my left side of my face,
I gave him the instance and manner of His presence

What a pleasant activity to termination
His face was contentment,...

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Rage Against The 12 Kings

On icy thrones, they sit on high,
And pull the strings of average men.
Their governing, silent, ruthless,
As potent and lethal as venom.

They pull strings of mere mortals,
Presidents, Premiers,Dictators,
Tugging these chosen with vindictive force,
Assuring the subjugation is understood.

What can we do,powerless,stricken,unheard,
As the 12...

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Bricks from blood, bricks from the flood of Earth's mud,
bricks of clay, turf bricks, stone bricks, flesh bricks,
all shaped, treated and wrought in the furnace of Will,

texture of brick varies by material & method like animal behavior
projected to achieve certain results,
sometimes bricks are smooth or...

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I love the sense of wonder 
right after a rainstorm. 
That fish bowl feel of a world 
baptized anew.   
The sun selects individual 
leaves on which to shine. 
The air is fresh as laundry on a 
line. 

Plump red robins scurry nun 
like over the lawn
Resigned to the...

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I 
leave a stain whenever my heart beats,
a few are quite beautiful although brief.
Like a water-colored morning whispering
or a moon licked mermaid sea,
but most are pocked with lust's conceit... 

I
leave a stain whenever my heart beats.
Turning sparrow psalms into silent crows
where blackness climbs the picket...

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Scribbling with amber-colored crayons,
time scrawls sepia on ancient rocks.
And ocher and orange canyon walls
rise above bushes wearing dust frocks.

Flora and fauna are left behind
serpentine rapids swallow the ground.
And white-water murmurs ricochet
off cliffs that echo the slightest sound.

Sentinels, sculpted by wind and rain,
create a maze full...

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It's the midnight dance, last call before the lights go out and the harvest moon glows brightly in the darkness. The room is full with partners sweeping close, hand in hand, floating liltly across the floor, snug and tightly wrapped in each others arms, lips...

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If I would be the Moon,
I would wrap you the shining cover
With affection touching your neck to the navel,
Get relief of my ever thirsty growing in the heart.

If I would be mascara,
I will sweep the dark lids of your cool eyes
In close embracing,
Having pocked of...

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When as a young boy attending grade school
and I first learned about Custer's last stand,
why did I experience déjà vu	
and sense so keenly that far away land?
			
When as a young boy attending grade school
and I first heard about that manmade hell,
why did I experience déjà...

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