Best Priming Poems

~September of remembrance to savor, after grueling August drought, 
~Ever so pleasing, such as enjoying just one rain spout.

~Priming is timing an equinox change, adjusting...

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At awe by my mothers beautiful mind,
when it came to writing I always felt so blind.

Literature class advised us to write,
for the first time I...

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Stepping gently in, on the edge of summer
You are the one who mellowed glorious sun
On playgrounds, picnics, frolicking in fun
In euphony of birdsongs of amiable...

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From every side of a culture filled with "pop"
I could flip through five thousand channels non-stop
Surfing through waves of Pepsi and Spears
wading through starlets priming...

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Layers upon layers,
flaking residue...
scraping at the inner walls of my heart,
priming the ruins of my disassembled dreams while
masking off all hope of bleeding out or...

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(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)

What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus...

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Virtual Fantasy
              by Odin Roark

So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon...

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Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies 
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped...

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His hands were calloused...
From many years of skillfull craftsmanship.

Her hands were soft...
From many years of priming and polishing.

His hands were scarred...
From many years of fighting.

Her...

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agonizingly dutifully didst wait
to distract anticipatory anxiety,
(analogous to an expectant father)
while protracted procedure promised
nothing short of a millennium

whereby echoing thru the corridors of time
olly olly...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding...

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Today we want to give a shout out,
and maybe within yin,
to both Group Mathematic Eco-TheoLogians
concerned with sacred ecology
of the big ClayMath Quiz.

Can we choose to...

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What mountain’s top holds truth’s last stand,
 its vista viewed as life’s specific grandeur;
 promised above earth’s horizon,
 soon home to you, this present era’s...

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I can’t write today
my tongue is stuck in my cheek
the pen’s dry
powdered ink like sifting sand 
on greased paper flees.

The well is dry.
Pump priming is...

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How would someone write an “urban” sonnet, 
When the formation of the poem is lame. 
Some poets will stray away from old bonnets, 
And some...

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