Best Rivalries Poems

*Image of Kaleidoscope In Blue by Giphy.

When The Blues Are Fun

You consume the whole of me constantly,
Fair drafts ensure flight of our loyal tryst,
Though all known plans bear out uncertainty,
Our center grants said goals to be unmissed.

A misty vineyard drips of subtle dew,
And swells our...

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When passion fails, love remains
Hills flattened and thus will your obstacles
Even if it seems impossible
No one can withstand possibilities

Day after day try not to lose hope     
Abilities pops up like mushrooms
Yielding to negativity isn't going to help
Sooner you need to change...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed by Canadians since 1875,
When the game was first played, on frozen ponds, rivers,
Lakes, and in streets, and later, indoors in...

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Once upon a time we all used to live together. By we I mean blacks and whites. The people from Ireland 'Irish" lived with black Caribbeans. They were shipped from Ireland as slaves to west indian masters. they settled in a place called Montserrat. None...

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Plenty of room in « Le Foot »* for Soccer
     For Doug Vinson at PoetrySoup.com
                          I
Not...

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MY SIN IS GREAT BUT GOD'S GRACE IS GREATER

My sin is great but
God's grace is greater
Your sin is great but
God's grace is greater
I may have been a idolater, greedy,  in covetousness, gluttony
Complaining, not loving God with all my heart, mind, soul, and strength 
You...

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An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.

Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.

A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight.

Echoing sounds moan through bough
and leaves disturbed the night grew cold...

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I'd love to send you flowers Mother,
If there were some way I could.
For I know how much you loved them
And on you they looked so good.
We would pin them on your shoulder
And then take you out to dinner.
In a contest for best mothers
You would surely...

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He who is contented is rich
He who is determined has strength of will
                      Laotse, "Knowing Oneself"

Those who would be effective,
and are also ripe for...

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Chiraq

Date: Sun, Nov 15 2015 at 9:22 PM

("Killings")
("Victims")
"Imprisoned"
Highest ("Statistics")
In the ("System")
And of ("Disease")
Feeding the belly of the Beast "Obese"
Separated from Fathers & "Mothers"
Become "Hustlers"
Of the Streets Become "Brothers"
They Judge US by "Colors"
Only rightfully Almighty God Judge Can "Conduct"
"Poverty"
"Animosities"
Against the "Society"
Of the "Rivalries"
"Fighting" amongst Each "Other"
Mothers...

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To The Victor Goes The Spoils

In the confined playing area within the concrete walls of a squash court..
The next few days will definitely witness intense rivalries inside the courts.. 

It the 1st leg of the local CIMB Junior Squash Circuit, it's a ranking competition...
For junior...

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I am a woman

I’m not fragile 
I’m not made of stone either
I may be likened to a rock
Flesh and blood is all I am

I love completely but I’m not a fool
I protect what is mine but I’m not selfish
I am a woman, a pillar to...

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Author Note:  Anapestic tetrameter: two unstressed syllables followed by a 
stressed syllable.


So I queried some poets who dance 'cross our pages,
With such lightness and patterns and passion-filled phrases.
"When your guidance is sought by one earnest and wide-eyed,
Do you deign to reply just to prop...

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No matter what you've done
 in the past
I was in Idolatry, greed, covetousness, love of money, 
I was Complaining, not loving God full of gluttony, 
High-mindedness, disobedience, lover of self, 
GOD LOVES ME

I put family, friends, job, or anything else above God 
These things I've...

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Dedicated to all the children who were
Victims of the conflicts in Syria

You have heard more grenades crack at dawn
As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun-
O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn
By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries.

O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day
To...

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