Best Shamefully Poems

She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for her, a sustaining love is an 
Absolute prerequisite for what 
Would be a total commitment of the 
Coupling bodies...and all...

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You may not know this,
But sometimes, I sneak 
away from my cynicism,
and see through my vehement
in self loathing, to uncover
the tender optimism of 
my former self, reminiscing
of elated memories, that I
over time, forgot belonged to me,

As I see us, my mind captures the
image, in hopes...

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When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows, but not near the best.


He always end up lost in...

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-For Justin Bordner’s contest


I long worshiped heartbreak,
From afar, often, though through the lenses, ceaselessly…
I drew ribbons in the midnight sky with the silken trinkets of sorrow
Riding in the dark with the sound of our silent sufferers all around…

At times, I would weep at the hum...

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Blowing up things, unfortunately,
Birth’s the printing of endless money.
By Gov’ments and world money makers,
That overwhelm global undertakers.

Yet we cry out that war is unsound,
That it spreads grief and guts all around.
Yet money printed that’s spent on death,
Shamefully gives our markets bad breath.

Which helps to inflate...

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Sometimes I think the way we view the world is a little antiquarian
for instance we have words to label everyone…from Capricorn to Sagittarian…

Take Deborah and I…we don’t eat meat…we are proudly vegetarian
though occasionally we will eat fish…which makes us pescatarian.

and since we’ve been known to...

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"this poem is not about what is written, 
but what is not written. . . "


Firmly rooted, I stand in this desert of nothingness
Facing your wrath and warmth with equal willingness

Life around me moves ahead, passes me by
Scorpions, birds and occasionally a butterfly

You gave me...

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Who are you, my Lord?
And what am I standing here as a weather-beaten tombstone,
O Lord, reveal yourself to me on the tombstone standing here alone.

Long, long ago
Cain averted his face from the light,
the condemned river, surrounded by a dead 
Cain laid atop of his own...

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A treasure of water surrounded by the mountains,
Is where my jolly grandpa resides,
Sea green water embellishes enchanting fountains,
And, the ducks swim around water slides.

The surreal vision of the majestic mountain lake,
From my grandpa’s wooden home,
How I wish time would apply a brake,
And, I receive the...

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my friend I've met you in
the most peculiar way
I feel what you feel I cry
as though we speak.....

my friend your not alone
in this world  I too have felt
the loneliness the fear..

one day life won't seem so
cold you'll see the wondrous 
ways of human kind.......

crying...

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Accepting Pain
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Accepting pains, 
I fain life becomes troublesome.
In Sun or rain
As days of great helplessness come.

Praying remains, 
Sustain hope that hurts shall soon go.
Forestall complaints.
Watch faith with great endurance grow. 

Go not insane
Nor spend thoughts on self-pities lure.
And...

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Goodness me, fiddle dee dee and la de dah
Mary turned into a black sheep, baa baa baa
That naughty little lamb
Has contrived a big scam
She's gone too far astray and has lost her way

Mary's been tinkering on an old fiddle 
But she can't play worth a...

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“I am NOT like my father!!!
You say that again, I’m going to kill you!”

I shrivel up in shame
For, I am not to blame
For the shenanigans you put me through so many times
Sometimes, I wish I was no more, but the clock still chimes
 
Yeah, I’m...

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Wovoka in the Feverland

In the Dying-Grass Moon came another winter to claim the old and sick.
This was when the first messengers came
To the desolation known as Pine Ridge.
They came riding in at the end of a century of tragedy,
A hundred years that broke an ancient...

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Oh, fuming teardrop!
You’ve boiled over from wrath and anger,
leaving painful blisters as you sear the heart
Why you don’t evaporate is a wonder
but there must be a valid reason…
If only to let the heart know it lives
Oh, fuming teardrop!
Will you ever learn how to forgive?

Oh, defiant...

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