Best Rendition Poems

The Lord’s my shepherd, my soul He doth keep,
I shall not want, for I’m His well-fed sheep,

In green pastures, He makes me to lie down,
Leads me beside still waters of renown,

My soul He restores, protects and feeds me,
In the paths of righteousness, He leads me,

Yea, though I walk through the valley of death,
I’ll fear no...

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The limerick enjoys longevity
Through wit, innuendo and brevity.
An Irish tradition,
A bawdy rendition,
Its length and girth engorged with levity.

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for the Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 06/01/2022
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9/06/08-5:53:40a.m.
               I came across some old letters tonight and read my old painted word;
             I knew better to even take in one line-Simply for my mind would race 
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9/06/08-5:53:40a.m.
               I came across some old letters tonight and read my old painted word;
             I knew better to even take in one line-Simply for my mind would race 
...

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killer (suicide) wrought living corpse 
fruition, while she whipped various 
nutritious concoctions in blender
to ensure minimal essentials to, I 

readily admit) famished body in con
junction with applying vital supple
mints into bony gluteus maximus, 
thru fuel injection which submissiveness
 
to acquiesce, and bare buttocks did 
absolutely nothing to squelch death wish.
I inexorably overcame eating disorder 
deadly...

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I look pleadingly
into their apathetic eyes
as they pull out
the last of my fingernails -
The pain is excruciating
and I pass out amid my
heartrending screams.

When I come to
I am engulfed
in total darkness.
I find myself lying
it appears in my own
blood, sweat and filth.

I try looking around
but could see nothing;
I touch gingerly
and find my eyes
swollen shut,
My nose punched
into a...

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Submit my amateur thirst
For urban slaves
With nothing else on my mind
But food for the plague.
It's not the armed that harm the harmless
But this honeyed tongued prince 
With his hands on his head.
Damn those blaspheming template lovers
Wrought of inbreed prostitution and 
Finger licking good tax rendition.
Divorce Lawyers.
Death penalties.
Lovers triangle.
Break it off and the bad luck is...

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This August 26th , 2018 rendition 
regarding previous literary endeavor
Wick End Up Date, Snippet Sans... 
...The Deadly Scourge   
...One Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder

(Never abating infiltrating 
writing material e'en superceding 
the death of John McCain, where
Munster monster rears gnashing 

undermining marriage with ambivalence.
Anorexia nervosa absent bulimia 
nadir of onset schizoid behavior,
which agonizingly slow suicide 
self starvation...

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I am Julie
How are you,
I like sex  what about  you?
Oh but,
You can get pregnant in a house
You can get pregnant on the couch
You can get pregnant in a chair
You can get pregnant on the stairs
You can get pregnant in a car 
You can get pregnant on the farm

One thing is true use protection...

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A very special date to me Is the 30th 
of September.
It's the birthday of someone special,
one I always will remember.
A date that changed many lives not to 
be compared to any other.
It was the day the world received a 
gift,a gift that was my mother.

She changed the life of nearly 
everyone and every life that...

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A Modern Rendition

At Poetry Soup poets have been here again
Seems like they always love letting us in
Which is a perfect for our poems to enter
Of our attention is constantly the center.

Many poetry services there they provide
Of course if by all the rules we will abide
All of our comments are correctly made
Even if old and into...

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

It keeps me writing 
I'm not scared of rhyming
On that blank page is where I'm deriving 
In Between love and life is where I'm sailing 
I catch joy when this pen starts dancing
I feel the warmth of life when this paper is beeping 
I climb mountains when my fingers are shivering...

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it was not until barren plains 
made a home in me,
lips were chewed
from the search for something 
I didn’t and could never possess
(I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash,  
chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
carving numbers into my spine
 
I found an answer
 
(but was it too little too late?
pink lines marked a path
but...

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The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
 she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new...

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I sat in the audience listening to celebrity gossip
My heart was not there because I had nothing to share 
The crowd kept streaming in and suddenly my heart began
To sing ;in a few seconds the theatre was full and suddenly I found myself standing center stage staring at three thousand people in front of me,...

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