Best Prod Poems

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to...

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I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen
Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue
And flowers bloom...

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An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? 
Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts.  
Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I...

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I’ve always been a cash man, so when me cash was blown,
I might be sitting back all stony broke and pleading for a loan,
at least...

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Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame


Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of...

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Yesterday when I stood before him, he spoke my name
Today, I still stand, but the floorboards are cold
and he no longer knows the color of...

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Long shot prospect
named “Reject Hoss”
bedecked with sweat.

He fell to last
‘till he passed gas
so fast, he flew!

He ran with ease.
At Jockey’s  prod,
he squeezed in front!

Forty...

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I know sometimes your way seems dark and dreary
I know sometimes your body may feel worn and weary.
And yet you press on, you keep spreading...

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Incredible Product Warnings

By Elton Camp

Far from folly this hair dry warning is keeping
In telling snoozers, “Do not use while sleeping”

Thinking of putting a curl in...

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Heroin lies the irony — 
Segregated babies are weaned on
milk-of-the-poppy
doctrine of Equality

Emancipated notion on the nod:
A false sense of freedom
is taught in every syringe-scattered schoolyard

Children...

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I will not be your puppet in a minstrel show 
Because I guarantee no Mammy, Jezebel, or Sambo lives here 
You may try to control...

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Distant space departing realms of conscious warmth
Voicing reason to an end within the persons hearth
 A fire with pit to poke and prod dissolving spirit...

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The night holds such gray, when beating wave and tortured sky compete
      "Still round the corner there may wait, a...

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Showering white light illuminates 
  Bright-Moon Bay;
   In the overlooking Moon-Inviting Pavilion,
 Li Bai had raised his twinkling, rich amber
Coloured wineglass
 ...

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I came to your hospice,
  I came here to die

I came for my family
  a final goodbye

I broke that one promise,
  I...

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