Best Singling Poems

Tis not I that shall reveal one poet for promotion
Have mercy on this fledgling for having that notion
Equally, I admire many with awesome devotion

Everyone I've met has been so friendly and kind
Singling out just one? To do that, I'm not inclined
Simply put, Thanks to all...

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Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark and gorgeous too.
He kept visiting my garden spot while singling me out
from the other lovely blossoms surrounding me 
and who...

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Put Her Clothes On

Gave illustrious example of intermingling
As to how it will compare with singling
Someone out from a huge, big crowd
Being exuberant and sexually endowed.
(Who Trump said Hillary isn't.)

Why would you do a thing like that before
To someone you loved and did adore
Then around whole...

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On the need to avoid being envious: Canto XVII, K161, K162 of the THIRUK-KURAL, Translation with Commentary

[ ENVY, of course, knows no racial nor ethnic boundaries, but I wouldn't be wrong, I dare say,  in thinking or assuming that being envious in an inveterate...

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Evil, Guns, Cowardice, Stupidity, and Fear

is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?

seventeen innocent souls departed this earth
unexpectedly and tragically so whilst leaving
grieving loved ones, classmates, and friends
to wade through another mass-murder event

is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?

many clownish and dud politicians in Washington, DC
including...

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I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and...

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Word Weapon

I let go of train of thought when I notice a person getting caught, and abused by another person in the form of cursing or some sort to have that person feel distort....and after that person is abused...and used to amuse...suicide becomes 
their last...

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With eyes wide shut we walk
In our blindness of thoughts and prejudices
Towards the cliff. We follow the sounds
Never hearing a word...a note
To the makings of the song
Dancing to the music not hearing it's melody
We sing in our muteness songs we neither see nor hear

We walk...

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Leo Varadkar: 'I don't agree with the Catholic Church's policy towards women
Speaking in Washington 

A bit two faced of him to speak ill of the Catholic church 
singling one faith as it was homosexuals whom entered it 
causing the scandal disrespecting God in the first...

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A heavy fog, misty gloom, sadness
Spreads all around me, sinking deeper
Into my spirit, my heart – my depths
Singling me out for the doubt
That feasts on my broken dreams
Devouring all my happiness and breathing
Slowly, urgently…. Through my veins
Flowing uncertainty, suspicion, skepticism
Powerful plasma of despair and dread
Sinking...

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Hard thoughts can't melt like chocolate 
Abiding by the rigid rules of the roulette
Pull down the ugly posters of mockery
Pour a sparkling glass of genuine irony
Illogical how frivolous minds can change
Nonsense to credibility inverting image
Encompassing the brain's viral intellect
Singling out the fallacy of insidious protest
Simply...

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Beyond the escarpment of love a 2nd hand rose thrives, trying not to die  
the gardens are pregnant in bloom as Mei in her China gown asks why 
the authentic sun shines both to burn the winding paths of languid lies 
and to non-discriminate...

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Don't need a beat, don't need to eat
feed for free fast food, sitting in me
I devour the hour and soon
the hour glass breaks to
sand 
time turns tables
like you're able to be fine
so make of everything like Maaco
paint your way so fables fade

low grades'll make you...

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I feel his hot breath upon my cheek
Hurrying to devour, wishing me dead
Singling me out as if I were a freak

I silence the fears as I hear his critique
Stifling my tears, he fills me with dread
I feel his hot breath upon my cheek

I scream for...

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The cloven hoof prints
Should have been read 
Way before I signed
My contract with the dead.

My lawyer did not see
And nor did I
The fine printed sign
Of an evil lie.

Alive yet livid
Living in a haze
Of smoky pubs stoking
My booze fueled daze.

Singling out women
Of a tender nature
To take...

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