Best Ration Out Poems

For where is the love that I seek,
My soul searches deeper still…
Hearts hibernating in mystique,
I surrender to its wavering will…

Looking up to sapphire skies,
May it...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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 When love blossoms, in full bloom, the rose of bright 
scarlet dances with sculptured petalled passion
 as alluring fragrance enchants to ignite
senses and heart...

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Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a...

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On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping...

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When they married he was as thin as a rake
But his wife she loves to bake

She thinks the way to his heart
Is to practice her...

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>I do love food.

When I was young, food was rationed.
So much of this, or that, you were allowed.
Each person had a ration book for adults...

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I was five years old when the war was over 
August, 1945, and my daddy sent word 
He was on his way home from Guadalcanal....

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melting, Red, hot in passion
imagine some try to ration

teasing, Orange, stimulating in pleasure
really do try and measure

laughing, Yellow, funny in humor
sadness here is a rumor

growing,...

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She had one job, just one job.
No bugs in the house, ditto with mouse.
But there it goes across the floor,
eight legs scrambling towards the door.

The...

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Softly whisper your passion, 
The ecstasy that knows no ration. 

I believe in Love, always and forever, 
For your Love, I'll wait forever ....

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With each brush  s t r o k e  I sigh with pride,
         for on...

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The receipt of a large ration,
of empathy and compassion.

The ability in one’s life,
to overcome struggles and strife.

A clear mind that can comprehend,
the great wisdom that...

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Rose fingered dawn appeared early today
at the island, East Brothers Light station.
From Benicia hills I caught the first ray.
Now, absorbing my share of sun's ration
on...

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