Best Problem Is Poems

Life seems a never ending struggle, or times of loss.
From our own iniquities will our youth pay the cost? 
All the hunger, all the drugs
No more love who cares enough to hug
So many types of addictions
Are we guilty of so many inner afflictions
Calling each other...

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The problem is in the details
which explains why sometimes
poets can't go beyond a few lines....

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The Problem Is


Quickly we throw in the towel
Like sheep to quail and grovel

We think Problems is Nature
And, misery is Human Culture

We’re neck-deep in dire Need
Accepting it like a noble Creed

We believe Others know it all
Ours is to knock heads on a wall

We then stop to...

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Poor people suffer all over the world
No should be denied nutrition
We as human beings should work
Out compromise
In order to satisfy the people
We have help one another
Education is for all no child or student
Should be deprived proper books and tools
To continue or positions
Of Employment to the...

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My Problem is...
 
The more people I bring in to my life
the more risk I risk of less joy for I.
The more people I bring into my life
the more I run the risk of saying good bye.
The more people I bring into my life,
who eventually...

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You say you're having problems
With both family and friends
Let's see if we can boil this down
Now where do we begin

No sense in pussyfooting
If we're to get right to the truth
By my calculations
The common denominator is you

If it's you that is the problem
Then the solution is...

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Your duck's the wrong color
--my kindergarten teacher said
(after all these years, hard to get it outta my head)
but Eric Carle proves her wrong
colorful animals-- dancing along

Now as a grown-up I must think more of others
and not criticize their creativity till it smothers
rather than stress out...

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Summersaulting on the clouds of time
Makes me thirsty for yesterday’s old ones
They were the best; their laps were soft.
Kindness was their middle name.
Their first name polite.

No one said, “no problem”.
They said, “You are welcome”.
“No problem” to me means “you are not really welcome”.
My mind growls...

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The problem is me or you 
Go make your pvc 
Is now the latest slogan
4years ago 
It was the same 
Yet till now nothing 
You promised us ever changed 
So tell me why I have to vote you  again
By the way Does my vote...

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We don't give up due to breakfast....

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