Best Rake In Poems

I meant to do my work today
Instead I spied a nest among the maple leaves
 where birds were singing in the trees
   and others splashing soft brown wings 
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Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice 

Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see

Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can...

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They agreed to go to their favorite hangout and cigars.

Once they were seated the waiter said that the restaurant had a deal on Italian wine.

In the beginning  it was easy, turn the cold shoulder for a few days.

And that was followed by fantastic sex.

He...

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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk got down to dark,
I realized I was not alone

I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at his face
but he was there, green as a plumb
where...

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Our UU ecofeminist minister
was verbally accosted one Sunday morning
after celebrating multicultural peace
and respect 
and integrity
sufficient to restore private ego- and public eco-justice.

This was far too much to take in,
to peacefully and holistically rake in,
for a visiting,
perhaps stalking, 
apartheid anti-socialist

Whose most engaging 
personable mentors and teachers
had...

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The light is fading, evening breaks
Between the oaken woods and lake,
It's time to finish with the row
And homeward bound, the trail to take.

With rake in hand I turn to go
To find my pick axe and the hoe,
When from the trail there ran a buck
And right...

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this paean to the place name sans title of poem actually mooch oh years decades? ago, when my youngest sister began her decades long residence along the Pacific Northwest.
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I can't sleep.
Or, I can
and did
for three hours
but I continue waking
into a Stephen King nightmare
too real to ignore
because I feel isolated
in this quagmire
of hopeless history.

In this my collective nightmare,
President Trump goes to Saudi Arabia
like Mr. Smith goes to  Washington,
bold as an August justice day,
to...

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I will start with the left hand, the weak hand
The thumb, I suck, as a symbol of my laziness
The index, I point, blaming and passing the buck
The middle, I raise, cursing and swearing at opponents
The ring, I hide, because I’m married to mediocrity
The little, I...

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Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales. Stale sales were akin to an arguing restaurant and bistro. Whose...

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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted by mandates.

Shelton served by small steamboats greet
omprising Puget Sound Mosquito...

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It seem's to me
That not even poetry
Nor truth or reality

Can redefine
The border lines

That the modern day Hollywood Blockbuster 
Have already surpassed and eclipsed
With comically bad Sub - Parr scripts

And even though incoherently funny
They will rake in the money

And if you read this 
And simply dismiss
Deem...

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I step outside after a stormy night and gaze upon
A mess of leaves, sticks, and branches disgracing my lawn

And the sight makes my back hurt before I even pick up the rake in an effort to consolidate the leaves and debris into piles
While I wonder...

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Unwanted evils of mental dark repast
          stream through the mind
     Like sun soaked shards of glass.
      Becoming trapped in the night
     and bray...

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They wove a wordily world
Out of space and sherds of imagination
They wove meanings in mere metaphors
Like spinning spiders

The seer just slept
The poem prospers posthumously
And rake in income post-humorously
S/he died poor but partly NOPE

S/he gave life to you and me
S/he gave a piece of life to...

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