Best Sewer Poems

IF POETS RULED THE WORLD

If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and... 
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents...

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Oh, if I could pen of things meaningless!
And stop this interminable soul undressing.

This world, these times we live in, I do care about.
I wish citizens...

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We are so different

I am smart, you are less so
I am a man, you are a woman
I am trump, you are poor
I am beautiful, you...

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Grandpa’s a gem in the garden,
tending his sprouts and his peas,
tomatoes and onions and cabbage,
his ‘caulies’ and his broccoli’s.

I have seen plenty of gardens,
chocked full...

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Her sad eyes and tear stained face evoked such ambivalent feelings;
I could barely stand to look upon the half-naked child in front of me. 
She...

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Where to go, when your heart is torn in two?
When the sky is dark and very far from blue...
When fear runs all nations totally blind.
By...

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I was a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Until lightning struck 
And thunder clapped loud
Stopping all my mirth
Dropping me to earth

Joining many others
Of my...

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Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe!  You the man!  Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like...

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Please,
  Feel free ...
    Kick me down the street
      Like a dented can - label ripped,...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored...

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Nature in it’s utmost,
has no wont of haste.
Time has little meaning,
and there is no waste.

One year or a million,
matters not at all,
everything that lives,
eventually will...

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If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad...

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Life is dying in a soul;
And the soul is the vault of life 
Hope is killed by a goal;
And the goal is holding the knife.

What’s...

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Rats rats rats
I’m scared of creepy crawly rats
Thay have beedy eyes and a long slivering tail
And the ones around here are as big as cats.

Rats...

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Aunt June

My aunt taught me... 
how to be; a sewer, a grower, 
a knower of "things" important. 
She taught me to watch the pot, 
until...

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