Best Prizing Poems

Oh, Bandit, what's your impish task
While sporting, sly, that little mask?

You seem quite innocent and frail
Yet the kitchen tells a different tale

Floor all messy, the counters, too
Paw prints that led straight to you

But while I had a penance planned
You're far too sweet to reprimand

Looking slumberous...

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Author: Runping Chen

The desk sends forth its particular fragrance
That gladden people’s hearts.
That is the sweet-smelling of the old camphor bodies
And into the impression of my childhood immerses.

The shade extended my fellow villagers’ strolling;
Countless summer nights embraced people’s joyful cooling.
The huge and tabescent trunk held up
The...

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Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
    ...

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On the extremity of  a tall bank 
Of big broken stones in round circle done
We reached up a more cruel clutter flank;

And there, for the horrible and strong stun
Of rotten stench which the deep abyss throws,
We then approached, from back, a stone lid dun

Of...

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In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in progress.
Clandestine agendas drive enmity across air, sea, sand and meadow.
Misdirected.
Towards an enemy, unseen in tradition and culture.
Unknown, but reassuringly dangerous,...

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You can’t expect miracles in the eyes of men 
We must wait patiently with heartfelt acceptance
You will not look back & slip into your comfort zone again
We MUST gain eternal freedom & experience 
The attitude of gratitude right this instance! 

The compassionate, luminous chorus sang...

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A father tends to his children's fears
with sweet kisses while drying their tears.
And his hug embraces them with love,
prizing each as a gift from above.

Can you tell me of a father's kiss?

A lover acknowledges your past pain,
supporting you as you smile again.
And desire brews an...

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Remember all those tea ads with the chimps on?
We’ll prostitute the Prague of Gustav Mahler
and desecrate the divas of La Scala.
Would Bart betray begettor Homer Simpson
(he’s not so much a whoreson as a pimp-son)
to get himself a Chevrolet Impala?
You bet he would.  This is...

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Prizing self entails being true to who you are.
There are flaws and candles that ignite the air.
Man must determine his trifles and vision.
to be known for his victory, not his omission.

Everything vibrates and breathes with vitality.
"Life is the mind dwelling in a false reality."
Nothing can...

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Lurking sun behind high trees,
Winking slit at frequent breeze,
Beside was ocean spread long,
Motion hides curious pride prolong
intrepid waves too rush bright,
O'er open moisture shell delight.

As sailor goes somewhere light,
My enthusiastic step dashed slight.
Little congestion were prizing there.
Children's cry with bodies bare.
Abrupt, I feel soft voice...

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Our unhinged president,
(a veritable loathsome miscreant)
cannot get away with murder,
nor will mine paltry poetic
(side winding) gambit
help clinch deserved punishment
for leader of free world hell bent
on destroying civilization.

Nevertheless cathartic and therapeutic
to craft (ala literary blitzkrieg)
sentiments lambasting atrocious,
egregious, malicious, nefarious,
opprobrious, seditious, uproarious, vicious...
dirty deed(s) done dirt cheap.

I...

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You took me out, the door is closed,
But I don't mind I'd like get lost,
And you can shoot yourself, it's nice,
They will say it's only whim and lies,
They will ask you make it twice.

I'll go away and I don't care,
You know yourself, where is my...

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Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap
but by the seeds that you plant.
—Robert Louis Stevenson

A HANDFUL OF SEEDS-RLS

Plenipotentiary plea,
A handful of seeds; on bent knee.
Tilling the soil of the deceased,
As the sun rises in the East.

Before elements feed the seeds,
Praising Christ, plucking up...

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You don’t call him Terrorist’
Who can’t dislocate a wrist:
Whose speeches do the plain harm
While he might not waste a farm.

His palms like ancestors bares,
Ancient styles promotes like wares;
He’d forgotten worldly cares,
Save open taunts of false heirs…

Less Terrorist Humorist
To whom East West is West East 
And...

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So sad when folks resent other’s successes
When so many offer them a warm handclasp,
Any person, to succeed, must learn processes
Then, success of their own is in their grasp.

All roads to success are paved with hard work
Commitment to a project and prizing the goal,
Not to other’s...

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