Best Remote Controlled Poems

I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I...

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Favorite Toys

Matchbox cars and helicopter pads,
Airplane runways and little people lads.
Thomas the train and Dora dolls,
Remote controlled trucks and bouncing balls.
Flash cards and coloring books,
Magic...

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A terrifying creature,
This Valley Pond duck,
Attacking innocent Chinese cooks,
Who should have had better luck...

I dedicated my life
To killing this damn duck
That had pooped on my...

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I believe my words meets you in good  state of mind
 and health
Do you believe africa can become a better continent?
 If so,how?
Young pepole...

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Remember when we were just kids,
When we shared a bath and a bedroom,
When we used to play outside,
On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom.
The back garden with...

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Christmas day. Receiving a Darth Vader remote controlled toy.
I had it for only 24 hours. Last time I saw it.
Where did you go, Darth? Back...

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A decade from now, Santa will be a robot
Instead of bringing toys, he would be online
Checking gift-lists kids could only retrieve;
Through a swooshing  remote-controlled...

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Guy in Guantanamo 

Catherine’s wheel spins round the revolution ever since that day her lover died 
when both lost the plot and their passion and...

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The fragrance of possums is a kit of great virtue bathed and lit by an orange green hue. Display not weapons in weather fuelled skies....

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Ever since the creation of the universe
Time is monitoring every second of life

Time is flying high
To reach the sky

A flying horse
Speeding with full force

Today our...

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Today I sat in Town Hall Square,
watched the doves parading there
with their comic gait.
Daintily propelled themselves
o’er metaphorical eggshells,
like Royalty in state!
Boldly nosing ‘tween the feet
of...

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My inner child

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I...

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How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
     After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
     Menopause made her dismiss...

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In true-spirited
Resistance 
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.

But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a...

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Preparing The Lips for repeated groans
And The Heart for as many moans,
Left long in it one’s contacting phone:
“To whom it concerns I’m pitiably alone!”

Suffering never...

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