Best Rounds Poems

I challenged you, and you finally took the bait.
This was a battle that I had to instigate.
But, you only came when I gave you a mandate,
So now I will be happy to accommodate.
Now Burger King Mandelay is on my hotplate!
"YOUR" SELF-MADE throne...I will proceed to...

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movement
swaying full hips
circle 

circle
avoiding touch
heat stroke

stroke
long, deep, and hard
rhythmic

rhythmic 
overflowing 
waves rock

rocking
stallion ridden
sleep comes

coming
home lullaby
sweet sound

soundless
dawn breaks the night
cock crows

crows flock
in fertile fields
hybrid

high bred
the son is born
again...

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Her fun house fingertips tracing dews drenched, fruitions lips...
Felicities ferris wheel; twined, their voluptuous femme fixations
Sixty-nine pink balloons eroticas poesy, carnival caravan of love....

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Silver nail tips nails painted black accentuated her skin.
Her pantsuit was coordinated with her accessories.
Her conversation was of political activism.
She was sharp as a tack and her mind was keen.

She was a trailblazer in her game.
Political office she would acclaim.
The members of her party gave...

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I woke up this morning
wondering where I was last night
when this morning,
a glint in my mind,
before wandering where I last got home
here from wondering how last night
again

Hoping
without probable gumption
maybe if I figured transport out
and in
I might have a clue about why
I woke up yesterday morning
wondering...

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i came out swinging rights lefts upper cuts right cross left hooks didnt even faze him 
he came with the same i was standing strong was not willing to go down by the time 
round 2 came i was tired my tank was empty he...

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Five hundred rounds of ammunition
bound for President’s inauguration 
shots will echo through the nation
and no this ain’t just imagination
there’s going to be a conflagration....

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Caseworker’s Rounds

	Cabrini-Green 
	Public Housing
        Chicago

Where I am now
there are no leas, no
sheep feeding.
There are tenements,
children breeding.
Where I am now
there are no trees, no
wrens lighting.
There are halls far, dark,
an old man peeing.


Donal Mahoney...

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Rounds
by Michael R. Burch

Solitude surrounds me
though nearby laughter sounds;
around me mingle men who think
to drink their demons down,
in rounds.

Now agony still hounds me
though elsewhere mirth abounds;
hidebound I stand and try to think,
not sink still further down,
spellbound.

Their ecstasy astounds me,
though drunkenness compounds
resounding laughter into joy;
alloy such...

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This year I turned 41
That's 16 more than I thought I'd get
I mean teachers, police, parents
Hell, even the statistics said 25 was it
So for me, my day-to-day is weird
Every morning a hard-earned prize
Since I never thought I would see it
Nothing matters for me, a constant...

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