Best Sours Poems

as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.

And I was deep in the mountains,...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim...

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The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.


It’s...

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Splashes of pink from the flowering Crabapple....haze through
the sturdy square of lemon yellow glass - framed in Knights's Armor
....at parade rest on my porch.

 ...

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A nosegay is just a bunch of flowers 
The 'Gift' is a bunch of special powers
A day is just twenty-four hours
Lemons and limes are a...

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A covert curtain raiser pulls a string and marvels at an epic scene

	Though parsimonious in essence the stage appears rather obscene

		Black cross and pitch dark...

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What good is done in carrying a grudge,
And nursing wrath o'er long?
The past is past, what's done is done.
Stop singing the same of song.

To cogitate...

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Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought...

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Self-Identity

The large question mark
points to a wish
a longing to find
our real Identity..
Not the identity we found
in childhood years
which lingers for most..
 In years as children
we...

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Housekeeping acrostic/therza rima
How Ruthie Stone had to abandon
One place that she only called home
Upon her Aunt Sylvie’s rebellion

So now she rides on her own 
Every...

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Actions please us deeper than just words-
though teasers talk up promises so made
with words that sound like songs of pretty birds;
the music's sweet, but sours...

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Every time I turn the radio on I hear a feller's plaintive song,
About his achin' heart and how his woman done him wrong!
How they once...

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False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient...

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RECORDS OF PAST HISTORY



The past wasn’t all that great and the so-called “achievements” - say - 
Of the past pale when we compare them to...

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