Best Sire Poems

Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights

Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?

Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are...

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He's bringing out his pencil
Clearing up his mind seeking freedom
Throwing all devastating thoughts
To describe all the pictures of sedum

I see it in different 
Colors, forms, in blues
Brightest after shining Sun
In orbits around space, it moves

Mesmerizing its beauty
Orange, White & Red
A Lunar lost in Heaven
Or hiding as...

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He came to me
Out of the crux of the wind'
He provided for me
The substinenance that
I somehow lacked with-in
He promised me everlasting Light
With life abundantly abound
And a rescue to eternety
For which He is so adversely resound
A place taker and a peace maker
With a dispensation abound
Bestowing for...

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Way deep in the forest where the acre always grows,
there lived a Dragon Sire, fifteen feet tall who glows.
His name is Lamarck wearing leathery scales of green,
he’s vicious and malicious and malevolently mean. 

Contemptible and despicable he has a vile temper, 
always held onto the...

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After Goethe's "Ritter Kurts Brautfahrt"

Sire Gaddabout one spring-tide morn 
his sturdy dappled steed did mount. 
for he would wed the highly born 
Maid Ethrelda Holyfount 

He plucked his lute and sang an air, 
but scarce a league was trod 
than came a cry. "Beware, beware!...

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Our sire from the heavens spoke and spat into oblivion.
His seed cultivated an egg that speedily mated in bed.
Abundant life in never ending cycles,
adamant Wives would spell disasters.
The lost children will forever search,
the sires beginnings could never be reached.
Mother earth remains and seldom complains.
Till the...

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Not so long before he died
When he decided to have me
I saw a solemn promise
When he opened his eyes

His eyes were small but became wide
Whenever he looked at me
With an eye of loving care which now miss
And for it now I apprise

He wiped my tears...

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Once a business man jumped
At the chances to rally reality crunch
Name calling and delivering a hunch
You’re now with us just a servant
Dictator King Donald J. Trump


11/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©...

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though thine wife gladly 
     (and long time ago) 
     verily swept passed 
     her final child bearing year

this house broken husband 
     genuinely hankers to father 
 ...

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What is the sum of our life?
What is the price of our strife?
What is the object of our desire?
What is the fuel to our fire?
What is the image in the mirror?
What is the face in the clear?
What is the reason for fading flesh?
What is the...

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I waited to be his, long to see
 Fated in hopes and desires
Dancing like a concubine, 
 showing thee thy grace my love where were you been? 
 Fleeting this moment 
You’ll be in my arms cometh sings joy to brings 
 Locked in your...

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"No sire, I will not be your pawn." 
"But you've said that for so long." 
"No sire, you will never see me bow." 
"Look at yourself, on your knees now." 
"No sire, I will retain my rights." 
"What do you want, some kind of future...

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Dear Sire, minstrel and poet oh most dear 
prithee doth tell whilst thou with quill adore 
thine art of rarest breed, mine heart doth peer 
whereon I do beseech thee write me more 

of yesterday's sweet sinks, for ne'er in hie    
didst...

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Quatrain #799:
SIRE


Set your heart right as beauty grows,
Inch forth clear light as truth now shows:
Reap lovely sight where grace inspires,
End with soul flight fond love that knows.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
22 August 2017
Singapore...

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Wipe your eyes my son,
Stare, just stare, at moon
When it’s full and bare;
See! you’ll see a hare.

He leaps into a fiery fire,
You see my son that pyre;
It’s a painting by a sire
Dwells in the sky higher.

This hare’s a great giver,
Who didn’t ever, shiver,
To leap into...

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