Best See The Whole Field Poems

"Major Love"


My dear Major Love, 

are You following me yet?
all the sunrising storms read?
soliloquys too many to mention
my very brave Major Love

You’ll find me yet
tomorrow 
is never too late
in this dreamscape

it won’t be the Love 
that everyone suspects
it commenced inside and yet
You made it out...

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Me
mr caveman
know only two words
"me want"
and"me hate"
me want meat
lots of meat
me want women
lots of women
me want war
lots of wars
me want caves
lots of caves
me hate guy
from other cave
me want kill him
kill his women
kill his kids
take whole mountain
me become a big king
me have slaves
work for me
me do...

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How to keep microbes from souring alcohol?
Submit them to pasteurization and kill them all!
Want your ale sweet when it is done brewing?
Destroy all the bacteria with heating and cooling!
And when your yeast is done with fermentation,
Use germ theory for vaccinations!
His work led to prevention of...

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Follow your bliss, quite an enchanting phrase
Seeing tulips and daisies and the sun
Make you happier every day you gaze

Butterflies are also a key to fun
With the lilies floating right on the pond
Brings joy directly to just everyone

The whole field brings hope and light to respond
Enlightening...

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So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To be the one who lied.
Operation Conniving.
Eyes open, doors pried.

Once I sat, reluctant to use what I knew.
Allowing the waste of a talent held by few.
Well, opportunity finally beat down my door,
Finessing...

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A slip of a girl, button-cute, pigtails flying
  her first figure-eights traced on roller blades
Effortlessly following the crude colored chalk lines
  Emily aced the whole field her very first time

Number eight was magic, no matter where it appeared
  In hop-scotch, in jump...

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Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!

Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left to gather.

He exposes Ai's warriors-
The burning city behind, 
The ravine in front,

The king of Ai is a fool,
Leaving the city...

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The sky is full of thick clouds
The earth is covered with full bloom flowers
The sunlight penetrate through bounce rays
Illuminating the whole field with orange light
Looking inside like I was in a fairy tale
Inside a big box of well lighted floral curtain
I wonder if the world...

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Imperfection becomes,
the beautiful face of impermanence.

One dying flower,
enlightens a whole field of blooms.
Change gives meaning,
to all that is born to flow.

The river does not ask which way?
The rocky riverbank crumbles,
because the water declares
the unreality of all resistance.

In an imperfect world,
perfection is a form of death,
while...

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