Best Recurred Poems

If I could change the world,
i would resurrect the humanity
humanity towards indigents
man would be rich by heart not wealth
wealth towards charity
money would flow not filled in greedy cupboard,
if I could change the world,

Real democracy with all human rights
right towards freedom
no limitations but absolute freedom
freedom towards...

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RAIN
                                        rapid rain recurred
  ...

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Rear view mirror

Objects, objectively put, are  closer  
than they  appear. But it doesn’t say it all. 
With the fair signs that spewed  forth once turning to
a slew of  pre-twitter  pseudo- tweets since.

 I once put it down In form...

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For years I’ve sadly known of one who dislikes me—
A member of my family, whom I do love.
No matter how I’ve tried—solution not to be,
My fervent prayers unanswered by dear God above.

Except I’m granted a recurring dream, so real,
Whereby the two of us are friends...

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Poop
It's only a poem.
Don't use that word.
I'm trying real hard,
despite what you've heard.

Poop
It's gonna get better.
I won't be deterred.
I've only just started.
and won't be deferred

Poop
It has a great ending
and won't be absurd.
Not one that I wanted,
but one I preferred.

Poop
It's not very long
and won't leave you...

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Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo!
La! La! La! La! La!
Mockingbird, where from the highest altar
Is my virginal love that runs away from the middle of spring?
Where? Where? Where? 
Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo!
La! La! La! La! La!
Please my dear blue bird tells me where I can...

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He looked up at the skies as if he saw the heavens open as his heart bled

seeing the clouds engulf the face of the earth

reluctantly, he was glad he was living

a lifeless soul, but still breathing

the mysterious misery of his daily life left him stranded...

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A big bang has occurred
The boogie of creation recurred!

On a cord in a womb, 
Life revolves around it-
Or a lover’s tomb,
The mourner rotates around it.

This gyre spins from habit
It’s a design without wit.
My tongue wags profanities?
Then explain your inanities!

If love is not a gain,
Then, why...

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I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission 
to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream  
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by Sir Real majesty
shows me and the misssus evicted.
 
Hum habitually...

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Night Time Musing 

          Night time musings forward
               random plans to future,
          whether...

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Past-Life Nightmare
 

A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared going to bed.
What caused these nightmares that raged in her head?
Even when grown, the...

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The day so long is today
The day so short was yesterday

Today is holiday
Yesterday was also holiday

Life never depends on yesterday
Always independent from today

Past are just stardusts
Present is golden

And we are here to prove ourselves
The flower of a garden

Future is harmoney
Not for money

Present displays
Character of icony

Past...

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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.

I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like the glittering rainbow colors, proffer more than what is passable!

Though...

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Inexplicable blessing luckily
avoiding potentially grim fate
finds yours truly coming to grips,
how afterlife did not accommodate

the missus, and/or myself unwittingly
loved ones would never acclimate
reality of our permanent absence,
thus existence all the more I appreciate
and attempt poetically articulate.

Herewith the scenario that defies
conventional atheistic wisdom
finding me unable to...

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I see what’s to come
But it’s black and white
Though I can’t predict colors
You’ll see that I’m right

I’ve had my eyes open
While circling the sun
Made note of the changes
And how things are done

Eyes fixed on the patterns
And sequence of events
It began with a system
And recurred, ever...

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