Best Repeat Poems

liberty in verse
atypical on the Soup

born a free-spirited caballero
I’ll not dangle
from another poet’s noose

jigsaw puzzles presented
by contest sponsors
jump through hoops
win their accolades

who’s to say what makes good verse?
flash your PhD at me
“Oh yes, oh yes, you are the best,”
most wholeheartedly agree

those who compromise
win a nebulous...

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Dreamers dream
Scoffers scoff
Thinkers think
And droppers drop

Artists create art
Writers will write
Beware of biters, yes they will bite

A smiler will smile
Still sometimes they'll frown
Although mostly happy
There are times they feel down

Laughers may laugh
Other time they will cry
Life ain't so easy
That's why tryers try

Stinkers will stink
Comforters will comfort
Listen...

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The clock on the wall says half past eight , and I'm going to be late again
The clock counts down my earth time and never misses a beat 
each tick tock is of my life clock, one less breath to breathe
It's  no fun when...

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Alison weeps at the fake Senior Prom.
Alison creeps out onto the lawn.
Alison’s skin turns to purple from pink.
Alison’s flesh beginning to stink.

A stench too great to look away.
Poking at the children who’ve come to play.
Poking at Alison with a big long stick.
Flies alight with each...

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Round and round 
Round and round we go 
life after life drowned 
in this world we think we know 
past to present then back to past again 
lives lost but are not dead 
those thought dead brought back again 
children of the past once again...

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Piles of books in the corner
An endless list of
Films and shows
To binge watch
Too much time on our hands
Slowly flows
Into the next day
And goes on repeat
And here we go
Into the next day
And again
And again
Waking up
Hoping for something new
A sliver of something
To look forward to the next...

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Pray and Repeat 

Put on the list for prayer, 
each and very week…
“Please save my guy!” 
He means the world to me. 
I know that you see…that.

I know you have a perfect plan, 
there is no question in my heart, 
yet, I pray to dance...

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Why are you coming around again?
Unlike Bo Derek, you are no ten.
Your head’s full of air.
For you, I don’t care.
Go and try your luck with other men.

Didn’t you get the message the first time?
To see you back here seems like a crime.
You should hit the...

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Repeat after me
Is good to be good
For one good turn deserve another 
As kindness is a healing 
To the wound unseen

So now repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton 
In a relay race
When you receive it you 
Pass it on 
Oh repeat after me 
Kindness...

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"The Repeat of Fate"

Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued 
fast as a succubus to its walls

rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the...

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I want to scrape my hands raw,
peel away the loops and whorls,
make it scarlet

Scrape it 
as you would fish scales,
but bloodied

Pour antiseptic on it
Let. It. Sting.

Then wash it away,
letting it flow 
             ...

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Light, the kind that brings the faintest glimmer of hope,
appeared suddenly through a darkened wood;
like an oasis after travelling through the Sahara so parched
with thirst threatening to take my life for good.

Though death’s bony palm lazily gripped my arm,
it was just rough enough for me...

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Recollections of childhood
when life was simplistic,
brings to memory, days 
filled of toilsome work
and long hours.
Yet in its own way, bestows
feelings of warmth, safety 
and at given times, even
conceived to be glitzy, 
shimmery.

Children, courteous
and respectful
executing daily chores 
and in attendance
at church on 
every given Sunday.

TV, computers,
I...

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You asked a question?
My soup mailbox is empty!  
Click the coffee cup!...

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The Ancient Mariner’s Fate
 
Eternally doomed adrift
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Mariner repeats his 
Story over and over now.

A sad soul in true agony
Incomprehensible
His heart now dry as dust
To his fate he must bow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)...

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