Best Rested Poems

I heard of a fella named Roger
Who had the most ginormous todger
Guys envied his dong
(Twas twelve inches long)
Six widows now share Rodger lodger!

These widows don’t charge Roger rent
But night after night Roger’s spent -
This randy young chappy
Sure makes these gals happy
I’m surprised his todger’s not...

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good morning all
here is another entry to express I hope everyone is safe
at the present time I still remain from reviewing to which I am sorry
I'm certain I am missing wonderful work

I have just read an entry by Anil Deo and this is my response...

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I Rested Upon A Tall Mountain Top

I journeyed into a one-eyed pristine land,
nobody could see to destroy its beauty.
There lay rose inspiring colors on demand,
there was, keeping Nature intact as a duty.

I journeyed into that heavenly soft dream,
nobody there was in a wasteful hurry.
Goodness always...

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I woke up feeling weird today
Stuck and clung to the bed
Body chained and mind throbbing
But surprisingly ... 

I fairly dreamed good and fair dreams
Of next year's trips and a certain freedom
I guess getting to the GOOD
Tries and tires you first

I did the strangest thing next
I...

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Here lies my body well rested;
 The day is done and so am I.
And might I say  that God is sly;
 Tis not the rest I requested....

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Just as fire is a good slave but a bad master, our power to reason, analyse and discern is both liberating as well as confining. Relying upon experience, memory and vicarious knowing, thoughts as deductive intelligence, that dissect and bisect are useful only for functioning...

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A rested sleep
I was light on my
Feet the smell was

Sweet' millions of
Flowers 'I could see 
The scent of angels

'I could smell.all 
Around me 

As 'I walked to thee
You walked out of
A golden gate

Veil  covered face
I couldn't see 
Who was reaching

For me " your
Voice ring...

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Where are you hiding?
My sweet ageless malice
 Seasonal in your incarnating
From deep within mothers chalice

You who came drinking dry
Mamas love, patience and hope
Keeping long vigils sighing into dark sky
At dawns cock crow our joy elopes

You bore the tale of myriad scars
Our offering of ash, yams,...

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God Rested
By the Sea of Tranquility dwelt the Trinity
And by the coast drove the Ghost
Along with the Father and the Son, They thought as one
With Buddha and Allah, They tested the nature of eternal strife. 
From the tree’s double helix we have given them life,
But,...

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Dawn is not yet rested upon the tree tops.
The ancient night of our souls lingers
protracted in the adamantine winter.
Dew buds are unmelted; 
the road is swallowed up by dark.

Yet this time above all others is Apollo’s, for he returns!
Even now he grips the horizon with...

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And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
an mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax
literary creativity analogous
to a figurative curtain drawn

shut tight within
thy noggin unresponsive
even when brute force
strongly applied, but still...
no progress made come crack of dawn,
thus temporarily abandon intent

to craft satisfactory poem or prose,
which coveted brainstorm burst...

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"I have two big toes,
 two pinky toes 
And two bunions

 and I should I walk or run 
Where's my platform shoes
Or should I just lay on my heels

I have 2  eyes 
Yet, I see naught
My pupils are not in class

And my legs are...

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Our Rested Souls

To thy soul you have brought this magnificent perfection 
and this sense of balance. 
I have longed for my heart beats every drop of blood for thee. 
My lungs breath every gasp of air. 
I have not known the refined touch and beauty...

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I Rested Here

A light rain came upon me while I slept
Lay gently all around
A coat of dew my blanket
My pillow the hard ground
But my slumber is not real
Synthetically induced
By fifty white and orange pills
A final, fatal boost
But please don't mourn my passing
For me please shed...

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Though amply rested, I still yawn

And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
break through viz mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax 
germinating ideas to sprout
about as successful as 
buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting 
rooting brown lawn
to whether drought.

Long fostering literary creativity
analogous to prying open
figurative curtain drawn
shut tight within
thy noggin...

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