Best Presided Poems

There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail 
That day Queeny Holly and her gang rode into town, guns blazing 
But the Sheriff had set a trap and...

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The paths were arcane
and the truth not easily known,
the creatures were formidable
and man's ways easily obscured,
be the black air warm or cold.
It was she who presided
over such paths and creatures,
and saw the man and his secrets
and knowingly kept them,
but cursed them all the same.
If it...

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The ancient woods came alive in his dreams 
dark visions of forests and spirits were seen
incessant drums beat into his heart 
escape the reservation and make a new start. 

Hotly his Cherokee blood burned within
with an urgent tribal beat to begin 
a discovery to recover...

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Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined

The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring


Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting...

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God created the heavens and Earth,
Presided at a child’s birth,
Made man from a pile of clay,
Welcomes saints to glory everyday.

God smote the Philistines and Egyptians in a fight,
Put the stars and Moon in place for light,
Provided manna for his people to eat,
Placed all the Earth...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap.

For years he had tilled the soil planting crops, in fields by river's edge,
In the shadow...

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I once was a SEAL, an operator
I filled my country’s foes with cool dread,
Send countless terrorists screaming to hell
Where no virgins awaited the dead.
I met my own end many years later,
And a strange one it was at that.
Had a heart attack at a company game,
And...

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*After my last post I thought it would be nice to lighten up a bit with some warm, happy (well, not so happy for Elmer) pest poetry. Who doesn't love bug humor? This one actually won first place in a Deb Guzzi contest back in...

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rainfall cascading
		
            quenching the thirsty parched lands
			
                       heavenly blessings


*Leviticus 26:4 Then I...

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Chicken bones on the porcelain plate
One diner stared back with a grieving heart
Silent but earnest, the industry decried 
This repetitive chorus of abandoned missions
And the bones cried out for revision

But this diner presided over a powerless division
Of the labor force. All he could do was...

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I'm a half-century's old big girl 
a big, fat mature, grown-up girl 
in many shy quite, quiet ways 
a prolific foot traveler by way of tennis shoes 
and hot and cold determination 
but on this day of our Lord's 
may seventh Twenty Seventeen
leaving your long...

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John McCrae wrote a poem in 1915,
Called In Flanders Fields about his dead friend Alexis Helmer, 
On May the third, after he had presided over his funeral,
Where graves spattered about the poppy field so beautiful and red.

The colour represented the blood that was spilt,
Whilst remembering...

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Ten years ago, there was a cock
Who lived up to his name.
For though he left us all well-fed,
He left the yard in shame.

Replaced was he by one who was
A very silly goose.
That goose got cooked; he cooked himself;
A danger being loose!

And with him was a...

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No romance today.


The cemetery was deserted,
at the far edge of the tiny village,
shrouded in a fine sultry fog.
Large black trees threw darkened shadows
over the deserted gruesome sepulchers.

Few cared to visit, few cared to tend the tombs.
A large hawthorn hedge, irregularly grown,
surrounded its oblique perimeters.
Cursed, the...

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I gazed into my unforgiving mirror,
but you were fierce,
gazed right back, shamed me.
Strong as I thought I might be,
you were stronger,
and as my strength wilted before you
I felt ashamed in defeat;
weak as I thought I might be,
you were weaker,
and as I presided over your weakness
I...

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