Best Sally Forth Poems

There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
    till Death its message sends.
They built a country... fought its wars, 
    giving everything...

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MAXIMILLIAN
I am about to take a trip into the lens of thought.
I am going to magnify the face to be.
Sometimes it may be pretty as ugly goes.
Otherwise, it is an ugly feature.

This journey I am partaking is sociologically constructed.
It defines why the world is stuck...

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A few moments after a hard summer shower we went to get the mail.
It was something in which my son, his dog and I certainly could prevail.
A trickle of rain ran down the drive, something not to be ignored.
With a splash, splash, whomp, whomp, he...

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SPLICE
T itivated to accomplish (a) mazing things.
H eaven bound it seems.
E verlasting in faith and belief
C ause I only have me to be.
R eaching for attainment that is hard to achieve.
O utward spiraling to acquire my wants and needs.
S uch desires are to be.
S pectacular...

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Dragon came into my life as Grandpa Troll, gave me a little egg and praise.
He said that only a special few, could deal with a dragons’ crazy, mixed up ways.
Dragons need a touch, he said, that could lead them properly, in their special life.
I should...

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Of bus stations I have known, this is by far the worst
A post Victorian folly that's a post Victorian curse.

A waiting room that's cold and dark a room ground down with grime
A fire bricked up no form of heat a floor all wet with slime.

A...

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Monkey Eating Figs

There was a monkey on my back eating figs,
Screaming, cursing as sunlight hit its beady eyes,
Slowly this thought came to my sleepy head,
Be calm, let the beast finish its meal
For even imaginary beasts have to feed in peace
Perhaps he is a god in...

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"Land's End"

All at once & with such Very Great Flair ~
So's no-one would notice what'd really taken Place~
SeaWolf & his Wench grabbed a wild Notion from thin Sea Air~
That with which they'd figured nary a Soul could keep Pace~

Off to the Hills & the Highlands...

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The annual migrat'ry trek of southern folk each year, 
Escaping chilly winter months, they mostly seem to fear, 
Sees four wheel drives and caravans of ev'ry shape and size 
Roll slowly northward searching out the sunshine they all prize. 
 
The backtrack to the outback...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self

failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in...

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LIVE TO FLIGHT

In layered comforts embrace I lay,
Dripping dreams and skimming unknowns
Warm and secure in isolation and fantasy
My mind drives me away to lands anew. 
There I walk and sometimes fly
Without wings of reason to bind my feet
To see a world of possible impossible
There to...

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" Went Down She Did "

Twere that Fantome went down went down so she did
Chosen she that Devil against then so to bid
Her souls naught but bravest... bravest thirty-three
As fury o'that tempest shook their ravaged sea

Her captain young grown bold thus thought twere it so
Match...

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As I pass the Bookstore,
I can smell the parchment of opened books.
The colorful covers call me forth.
The stories continuously call my name.
The poetry asks me why I’m not there.
My poems chide me to hurry and sally forth.
Here my need to write attacks my soul.
As passion...

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in stranger shoes I amble forth
each print of sole measured by size of fit
heaven forbid i might one day break step
place foot in virgin earth
to wear ones own path 
on earth and sole
unfettered by bonds of accepted gaits
but I must
I must rattle my cage
loosen the...

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I long for silence
a day in the sun
when all these harsh whispers 
are quiet and undone

I hear an angel somewhere
calling falling
softly in his rage of flight
burning out in the twilight


A prayer in silence is a blessing
a life lived hard through the testing
what can the blind...

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