Best Slighting Poems

I won't pick out one special Poetry Soup poet
None of us are worthy of being a poet Laureate
Choosing just one who has skills shouldn't be a goal
It's like separating a favorite sheep from the foal
Saying its wool has the most beautiful fleece
doesn't seem to be...

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Sounds of summer invite my good cheer
Chirp, chirp, chirping of the gentle sparrow,
Even the roar of the machines mowing near
The clank of tractors making furrows narrow.
Gentle breezes swishing through sycamore trees
Chatter of red squirrels playing in the breeze.

I hear the mockingbird’s trill in the hedge...

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Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

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Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited...

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with a genetic disorder, 
Because I have Cerebral Palsy and sometimes...

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At Gateway yin

Long sham temple

Pink laced Taipei doll

 Sealed Carmine red lips 

Chiseled etched 

Fine porcelain 

From the four 

Corners horn 

Erected  during 

monsoon

Dragon tail rains 

Swept gale winds

Funnel golden sand

Through pearly whites

That smile no more

Slighting the whitest Pearl

Ever Beautiful

Lifeless love soul

Dress eroded salty...

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i stood there.
i stood there looking into his eyes,
his eyes.
his eyes were warm,
warmth which i cannot explain in this century.
warmth.
oranges, yellows, pinks,
warmth which hugs your tired feet,
warmth you imagine when you are alone and lonely,
warmth.

his eyes were warm.
his face, sweet.
so sweet.
sweet enough to give it...

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Slighting
                     Writing!!...

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Permaculturists,
like Taoists
and Buddhists
and Hindus, etc.
Consider neighbors
extended and respected family,
ZeroZone Kin,
regardless of zone status
near or far,
regardless of species,
regardless of living
or gone
or not yet arrived.

Dear Neighbors,

I make no proud claims
of embracing a GREEN lifestyle,
making green integrity choices,
No claims of wise and sacred ecology
or even GREEN party membership.

Yet,
as...

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Baffling, the turmoil... This warrior, she
with fiercest desire to safeguard the weak
and innocent, rises to squelch hostile fire,
protecting when able with crafts she’s acquired.

But lover prevails; she won’t raise a fist,
lest push comes to shove, and villain persists.
She elects tactful words to settle the score;
oft...

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God speaks as conscience;
childlike innocence.
When we disobey,
soul’s blue skies turn grey.
The ever changing moods of a soul that longs to be free 
can be varied and vast like an ocean's fluctuate artistry 
So often we lose the hearing of the young 
replacing it with stubborn...

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Tethers and chains attached to my brain
Never have I been so aware of…
Lack of control
Gnashing and gnawing on shriveled remains
Constantly aware of…
Misplacing my soul
Shrouded and veiled to cover the stains
Self consciously aware of…
Failed attempts to contain and conjole
Denying and slighting all of the pain
Seldom aware...

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I am used to these ones not being there
Acquainted with truth; that they don’t care
Your weakest efforts to bring me to mind
Are all your strongly willed alibis
On stranger’s tide, one part of my life
They run, then hide, whilst I surf the tides
Alone at sea, my...

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I twice shortchanged Warren one of the two “t”s in Buffett. I found Ogden Nash did a fine job with double letters in "The Lama".
That inspired me to write, in apology for slighting Mr. Buffett:

The Buffet

The one-t buffet,
That's a punch, 
Or a place to 
Have your lunch.
The...

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*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.

Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities,...

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They know not what they're doing
Unaware of rushing pain
Impact dealt as a heavy shrouding
Feeling every shifting strain

Grandeur is placed upon them
Surrender to meager me
Built up, give what I am
Liberated to fall and vanish where it is dim

Actions tell things as they are
The slighting breaks me,...

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