Best Spend All Poems

Upon those who yield to anger, I should take pity
because words they spit are like sandpaper, gritty.
A loathsome temper causes them to fume and fret,
sometimes churlish ones spew what they will regret.

Restraining venom is an idea some are unable to grok.
Fury is the key to...

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I made a promise, a little visit
A busy day...so much to do..
But, I'm running late, they will be waiting...
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll take just a minute for a quick hello
no need to linger, ...and then I'll go

I grip my keys, and make...

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What would I give for a book and a nook
I'd forfeit some cash from my pocketbook
Surrender my coat to a hanging wall hook
Then give it a look , as long as it took

I'd roll back the stone, crawl into a cave
Find Ol' Tom Sawyer, take...

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My daddy was a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives

My daddy always raised me
To do what I thought right
The lessons that my daddy taught
Have helped me throughout this life

He lived on mountain...

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My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
She would spend all day mixing 
                       ...

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Her neighbors claim her as their fairy,
And gather around to protect
This little wood nymph of their forest
Who so needs their love and respect.

They don't know how she came to their woodland.
It seems she is one of a kind.
She must gaze at reflection in water
For one...

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Behind the rough and gruff facade,
amongst the sternness and the pride.
Along with calloused hands and the scars
A little boy still resides.

in spite of responsibilities,
the hard days, daily grind.
There within a man full grown,
that little boy still hides.

In the crooked grin, stuck out chin,
mischievous twinkle of...

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

One grows fond of all the involvement one has with society

To what end do we extend those words of forgiveness said so easily

You spend all those days and weekends

With those they say they are your friends

Those that say they will watch...

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(Boo Hoo Politics was Written following the Brexit and Trump
votes as an observation and not a political declaration.
A few years out of date now but perhaps still fresh
Enough to share)


Boo Hoo Politics


What ever happened to fait acomplie?
Election refuted, result cannot be
Decision disputed, outcome denied
Because tis...

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I never thought I'd be the type to say,
suppose at some point love gets to us all.
Hearts like your own can't be given away,
they have to be earned on top of the thrall.

Your embrace had such a powerful grip,
forever at peace when shielded by it....

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I look in the mirror that sees the rear view
Someone is there that looks a lot like you
A pair of sharp eyes of a person I knew

A phantom that can't come further than glass
Caught in between, stuck at an impass
Made up of memories swirling en...

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Today's children text on cell phones,
instruments of incalculable knowledge.
And yet, most have never seen a starry sky,
flickering fireflies, pheasants in flight;
or a cocky rooster strut about.
Their reality consists of emojis,
designed to feed social media's insatiable appetite.

Today's children have never seen a cow or a plowed...

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 Parody on Andrew Marvell’s “To My Coy Mistress”

Had we but World enough and Time 
Your mating call, sir, were no crime.  
If lifetimes were more than a  few 
I’d spend an Age for each of you. 

First with a Parisian lover 
For...

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She’s stuffed and she’s mounted;
She’s up on a board.
This week, she’s discounted;
We’ll throw in a cord.

Her joints all work;
She flexes and bends.
Pretend that she’s surfing;
The fun never ends!

She’s Wi-Fi-enabled
And password-protected.
Her system updates
Are auto-detected.

And upgrade to Pro
For 995;
She never talked more
When she was alive.

So don’t waste
your...

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I spend my life waiting
Waiting for what comes next
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Waiting to be disappointed again
Or to have my heart broken
Always waiting,
Anticipating
Preparing myself for the next tragedy
Or heartache
And I'm not really living
I'm just surviving
I mean, what kind of life can you have
When...

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