Best Real Poems

I stand about five feet eight
I'll admit, I'm a tad overweight
Drive an old pick up truck
Not one to pass the buck
At the moment have a dog for a mate

Dropped out of school at eighteen
Got married in a pair of old jeans
A father of four
When I...

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I was put on the road of life without my consent. 
I was not conscious of who I was or of what I had to do, and
What direction I should go.

I was just asked to follow in the footsteps of my predecessors who:
Dressed me the...

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Has the convenience of technology 
inoculated us from reality?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
I pray the code my soul to keep?
Does your universe live within 4G
Or megapixel infinity?
Which memory lies within
The one that was
Or the one that's been
Or how much gig how much ram?
Which reality is...

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Introduction: Our real problem is, "Will we ever be able to learn who our true, 
real self really is?" Being true to and with ourselves is that thing which is the 
most important in the makeup of our whole mental mind as well as balance....

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if i maurice yvonne could cry
i’d spread my tears
eternal over your 
( say it, dare to be bold)
naked body
(then she could taste your pain)

but i can’t shed tears anymore
(tell her why)
(you need her to know)
(no i can't she'll leave me)
(get out of my head)
my mind beats...

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Mist fills the morning with freshened air
Yellow fields smile past the distant shore

Lullabies play a gentle tune
Offer hope of what's coming true
Velvet kisses in the month of June
Every touch my heart doth swoon

In winds of care I blow free
Sending signals of my love for thee...

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How high the bar that makes a poet Real!
(He walks in mists, and shadows of himself)
To be a poet, is to burn with steel
Set short time in the forge, the lesser self!
He brands his heart with fiery words, set down
And burns his mind with thinking,...

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It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma, 
It’s nice but it’s not really me.

The real me, my hinterland, the me of me, the “who” that I am,
Isn’t defined by any professions.
I’m not...

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The strength of a man is not determined
By his muscles or his brawn
It is determined by his strength
To admit when he is wrong

The wisdom of a man
Is not determined by myriad facts
It is determined by the way
That wisdom is seen in his acts

The integrity of...

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POTD

Synthetic hyper realistic - eclectic not eccentric 
Android Humanoid - naturalistic totally orgasmic
Unnatural physicality this futuristic fem-bot fantasy  
Against all normality she is the ultimate sexpot ecstasy   

Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic

Interacting to all moods set to relieve...

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Wicked news flash - torrential storm - Purple 
streaks of confusion striking. Violent grey 
clouds spinning its evil. Hatred scattered 
in shreds of hail. Waves pounding 
against our aching skulls. Who 
can live dangerously and ride 
their storm. To roll with the 
thunder and never...

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Squirrel agent showed him thousands of trees
this particular client being very picky
how about this one she'd plead
no he'd say not enough leaves

She'd say this one is nice but he'd disagree
saying too many squirrels means no privacy
after weeks of driving around they got into a rut
basically...

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A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance 

Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints 

adorn the walls of her sitting room

a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase

and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air 

coming from her Scentsy candle warmer

resting...

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The Real McCoy


Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots

Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic

Interacting in all moods they are set to please
Sub servant or vampish programmed to tease

Favoured by lust as love turns into dust
A bodacious bust that someday...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.

And I was deep in the mountains, taking snapshots of nature;
For I felt I was a good photographer, though only an amateur.

A few of my best photographs,...

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