Best Stamped Out Poems

Lavish me not with any parting gifts
when I die
Give me no long goodbye speeches
with flowery words
I demand an eulogy of silence
Extol not my memory,
for I am just a mere mortal with feet of clay
now turning to dust
Bury me with no honors,
raise not the banner of...

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It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.

Resilience and fortitude; weathered the wilderness
where an unlearned cabin-patch...

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I know exactly what you're saying..."It ain't right!"
But how many do you know as sincere? One who will put up a fight!
One as determine...Knowing despite,
Despite such obstacles we'll face, i'll California Roll right through that red light. 

Its not that I don't care,  not...

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Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought

The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a very sad commentary on the state mankind finds itself in today as the dark specter of terrorism and chaos attempts...

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Life isn’t fair 
Legions lament,
Noting there’s no equal share.

Some have the wealth of dreams.
Some have little to spare,
Fated to fail it seems.

But if life were fair
What makes us unique
Would grant us no reason to care.

We’d be cookie cutter clones
Stamped out in a row.
You could be...

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THE LIGHT HOUSE

The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames
Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force,
To expose our...

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To dwell among the ruins;
littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups,
stamped out cigarette butts
Cast off lottery binges,
crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes
Poisoned by so many stings of inequality
Flickering opportunities ...
shed your skin, and perhaps poverty
will become a molted nightmare
I stand amidst
a people in a...

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Since the birth of this nation, we've heard the tramp of boots,
As men marched to the cadence of drums and dulcet flutes.
Soldiers have worn them to slog through sand, surf and mud.
Alas, too many boots have been stained with consecrated blood.

Boots have borne the battle...

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When I was a boy I had a coin collection.
Each one a prime example of its type,
Worth well beyond the face value
Their small differences and minor flaws
Raising them in the eye of the collector.

In the beginning, God engraved a die with His image,
And stamped out...

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Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest

Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family farms have disappeared from view
None left to tend the fires'...

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There was an earlier time
that came to mind
this day I heard dangerous fears and angers
called cowardice instead,
back 200 years ago
in the United States,
when Northern industrialists,
relying on southern cotton
to mill fabrics
clothing cotton-picking slaves
and other whiter folks,
joined Southern slave-owners
to refer to Abolitionists
as cowards.

Moral cowards
for threatening Orthodox ecopolitical...

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I am evil while she is good,
She knows but keeps it in.	
I persuade the truth away,
Causing her to sin.

I don’t want to make her stray,
But she is ever certain,		
That I would never get her lost,
Because she is my twin.

Little does she know that I
Am a...

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New Horizons
One.
His lips kiss my skin
Whispering that I am not from sin
Words powered by artificial lust
Weaving lies into my vulnerable mind
Just to make me think it’ll be alright
Crimson regrets that line my arms and heart
Pleading with me that just one more won’t make me depart
One...

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part 28

at least we know what to avoid in a civilization
hypnotism for one
and angst which merely resembles authenticity
by attempting to dissect the inconsequential
which boils down to the matter of
detecting the inconsequential in the first place
what is your species
popped up on my scope right away
in a...

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I believe in the bold tomorrow,
The theory of the radical way,
Without friends and follow,
Upon the past undone with sway.

The Bush’s read their bible,
The Clinton’s quietly prayed,
Reagan, the actor did idle,
The visit to the church stayed.

It’s amazing to purport, know,
That the evangelical wing sings,
The Trump as...

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