Best Sots Poems

Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece,...

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When the world is cross and dreary
              There’s a place to calm the weary
I find the secret door down under
            ...

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I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by,...

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Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding...

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Skagway, Alaska in the late 1890s was sure a rowdy place alright!
It was seethin' with humanity a-raisin' hell all through the day and night!
'Twas the gateway to Chilkoot Pass beyond which lay Klondike gold!
Why!  You could scoop up nuggets by the bushel, or so...

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I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!

The towns of Crazies Hill...

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Once a man of steel,
cuckolded by foreigners,
made to bear a rusty belt
And belch hapless smoke in shame.

Once a spiderweb of commerce-
now a conglomerate of strangers,
united by dementia-ridden streets
frayed and cracked by Erie’s buffets-
but the breakwall soldiers still hold the line.

As do the masses, when they...

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"Paint" -Part the First-

Paint paint paint away...
Paint away this day...
Paint to paint our taint is paint...
Paint away this day...

Keep that paint away from me!
Says that Skipper to his krewe...

Why oh Captain... Why our Captain...
Should we keep this paint from you?

Paint the curse doth foul me...

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The only thing that exceeded the dinginess of this rat-hole bar was its stuffiness. I
stopped in the place to make change for a parking meter just outside its door. God! It was
awful in there, and I wondered, how in the hell the three inebriates sitting...

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You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time?
To whom now other customs...

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A FINE LINE BETWEEN DEVIANCE & PASSION 

There is a fine line between deviance and passion 
The same line borders love and lechery
The barrier is not to be crossed, not even for a second
It is not etched in sand, as that can be dissolved with...

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My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
a potbellied policeman...

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Add innocent perception,
This is love’s exception,
To the conception,
Of the mind’s vanity,
To cure the insanity,
Bringing the calamity,
Of the head seeded,
Needing, bleeding,
To love the cure,
The heart’s part, near,

Always being aware,
Of the mind’s fare,
He’s not an heir,
In his own chair,
Of love’s fare,

But a servant,
To be observant,
Of love’s preserve,
Oh...

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An old church stands with a spired steeple
Amidst the townspeople at Fox and Main
Where the hypocrites pray for sinful souls
And clergy holds sermons that entertain.
Within this sanctuary lined with pews
And opalescent glass and glittering gold
Odoriferous breaths of morning booze
Betray inebriants among the fold.
The Sunday sermon...

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You left me when I was small
I felt you didn't care at all
You sold your love like a cheap whore
And turned into a fat bellied bore
You betrayed my childhood trust
Exchanging it for Alcoholic Lust.

And now that you've no values left
Just pissed them away,like all the...

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