Best Pule Poems

Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
     ~THIS is one of those times...

I capriole between my arabesques
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps
indifferent to their misanthropic mocking
and cheeky...

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CRY OF THE UNBORN

Before I was formed in 
my mother’s womb
He held my hand and 
called my name
And now I am to return 
to him as innocent
Without sin I go to my 
heavenly father

Before I saw the light in 
the world
Before taking my first 
breath,...

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POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT...

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Goring down, shredding tears, I pule to,
give my prayer, to all family's and
friends, missing or gone, across this
blanket world, as her gusty winds flare, 
and ragging rapids spill, these islands in 
darkness, I will not lye here, 
silenced, for she was,
"PLANNED" drapping curtains,
where our moon...

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W A R

Before I was a foetus
The world was at war
Our forefathers forced to fight
For it was all irresistible

Now I have grown 
And I’m dragged to a fight I did not ignite
A war which I do not know if it will end
In the front line...

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Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
                     P
       ...

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Where does the heart travel when it has no home?
Who does it beat for when the pule is not so strong?
What does it cry out for?
Is she returning the same pulse I'm giving off...
The heart beat of another is what I want to feel
I want...

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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono

A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back to an instant, springing forth that word grasped first in...

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MidNight comes faded beneath my feet,
All is gone above loyalty, love n'
Trust.

What have I done?? Can I regain
The love once lost baby please 
Don't go.

Here you leave me in darkness,
Take my hand and lead me back
To the burning fire.

Among you're eye's that once
Sparked our love...

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In days of yore a lady's heart was won
Through chivalry and deeds of derring-do.
If swain proved false, she'd bid the knave be gone,
Adjust her cap and look for someone new.

By age fifteen a maid was in her prime,
Her window for a spouse a narrow slit.
She...

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Sphanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 5
Verses 6 and 7


Duke Saint Charles knew King Richard’s mind was closed
and nothing he could say would change resolve.
To cold foul weather they would be exposed;
must he have life around the king revolve?
This heinous decision now might dissolve
joint resolution gaining James...

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I objestigate between arabesques and sleep,
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps.
I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking,
that welltering inflection that I call plockingism.
It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut,
and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff.
Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff!

I derogate...

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Why worry about what the future brings?
Tomorrow's just another day, they say,
No need to pout, and pule, and pine away.
Instead, I'll relish this day's offerings,
Anticipate tomorrow's profferings,
And strive to keep all gloomy thoughts at bay,
And let the future bring me come what may.
With fortitude I'll...

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Its drawing a trolling? A play by J K is sure unfolding.'
As she puts out to grass, the stubboness of all asses.!
In a lesson to all nations, she's standing at her station.'
Even though (i'm not a fan) I can see she's sure of reality
As a...

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Valor, thy call is a countryman's claim.
Nowhere but not quite alone in the game.
Thunderbolt, twilight is perfect for you!
Hope will accrue before we all turn blue...
Singular, smiling. Sink fast in the sea?
Maybe not, young fellow. Then we'd be free?
Not on your life nor the edge...

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