Best Spree Poems

Online bargains
Credit card gains














Nayda Ivette
11-30-2015...

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Gun shots popped.
Revelers dropped and bled.
Most ran.
The injured lay
on the trash-covered ground.
Some stayed and covered
the wounded or dead.

The shooter was found and shot.
Or maybe he turned the gun on himself.
But he comes back again,
the same rage in a different cell,
the same soul in a different...

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I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to share
Bags and pans, old kettle, and old man
The scavenger, the messenger and old the van lingers
Curious, children hurrying along the...

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Leaves of an evergreen tree
Don’t blow the romance all at once
Love is a shopping spree...

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Shopping Spree 

It was a big shop, large as warehouse it sold everything I didn’t need; 
and the shop was empty of staff. The thief in my thought: if I had a van
 I could back it up to the entrance, take everything in sight...

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Judge much
but not wise
no surprise

Hearts of stone
eyes are blind
no comprehension

Pick and snipe
is not wise no
origional thought

Rigid standard
is their pretentious
banner sad

Free bird
shooting arrows
they kill

Their faith
is in themselves
noone else

Eagle soaring
too much to take
eyes turn away

Sail Captain
on stormy sea
Ship sinks...

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Shopping Spree

Picking
Paying
Stopping  
Looking
Spending way too much, picking, paying.  
Buyer of things, lots!  Stopping. Looking.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 17, 2010
Poetic form: Tyburn...

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My neighbor Mrs. Spree was on a spending spree
                          She spent  million dollars for a talking tree
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“Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.”  Proverbs 29:18 of the King James Bible

Wrapped around my virtual mindfulness spree
I behold our special child basking in freedom
beyond dreamlike fantasy, verily ecstatic
zooming around park, designed for...

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In joy I unknot the slip
As it slides down
The silk softness in her frowned
Anticipation! 

Crumbling to lewd gestures 
I falter in lust 
To unbecoming finesse
Within coaxed passion;

Plunged and enticed with the thrills
In liquid unction
Yields, bow beaten with acquiesce
Delighted ecstasy; 

Let me burn with moist desire
To...

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Missing your voice
missing your calls
didn't think you would do it
i guess i blew it
thought at least we could be friends
but that i couldn't stand
wanted you as my man 
i didn't want to pretend
go back to holding hands
watch you be with someone else
that's something i couldn't...

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too much coffee
sitting at my desk
can't get enough
donuts hard to reach
  computer in front 
panic button nerves 
she is looking
pretending to do my work
poetry is free...

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Pale turned the bow that 
blest the sky
all that was blue at dusk... 
did fly,
my mind is blurred and 
now I cry:
the mud is dry, the mud is 
dry.

Hope was lost within isles 
and hills
the water splatters on me 
hot chills
felt in a rush, craving...

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Waking to a promising morn,
refreshed from healthy brand new sleep,
you will realize all kept, old scorn
that you have yet to cleanly sweep.

You will sip pain in your coffee,
spy it all day sharing your seat.
When allowed, anger will vent spree
through thoughts in a constant repeat.

Anger feeds...

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Moving as prescribed, holding bodies correct,
is life denied and confined within limits.	
Our souls course divine life and truth through our blood -
we all thirst for spirit’s flood to seek a burst.
Even the first primitive man’s blood did flow
spirit overran with the want to let go.

Our...

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