Best Staved Poems

In the Land of Opportunity
    Entitlement reared her pretty head
  Without a backstop to plain bad luck
    Social Security's safety net was spread

  Next came the 'War on Poverty'
    Food Stamps and ADC ...

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CLEM POTTS AND THE MOON

not a pleasant sound
combining potts with the moon,
but, farm girls had learned
clem potts, in his rustic way,
was quite the village dreamer

lord of the haystack,
when the field was night-flooded,
the cows all asleep,
was he crooning his love theme -
clem potts, wily moon-schemer

her name,...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts 
   ready to...

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This whip is a relic of war
an instrument of severe education, 
come now Avia, look how lovely and vulgar,
it is essential for you to appreciate it's intention,
feel it's supple weight, the simple fright,
I use jasmine oil to keep it alive with impact
is it not the...

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Yesterday, was an adolescent, 
while we where the innocuous fluorescence that lighted up the floral hopes of the sun and transformed it's smile, into a cheerful full moon.

The sky was always brightly dressed up with colourful fireworks, and sometimes it looked overdressed, due to; too...

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From East to west enslaved in chains
To work the fields, make tracks for trains
They sang their song antiphonally
To dull their day, hide misery
Those blues notes hit in wailing tone
And words about the heavenly home

Their doleful sounds had paved the way
To blues and jazz in later...

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Blue is the colour, blue is the period, blue is the mood
As Pablo's mind sunk, on the meaning of life he did brood.
The death by his own hand, of a friend that was close
Left Pablo the poor artist quite depressed and morose.

His feelings from deep...

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Bounce
on the dead
ending 
in dread
no morals saved
great profits staved...

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If you fight with fervent heart,
roar of lion from your part,
perhaps true kindness will impart the vengence of a Goddess staved,
the moon now red with the noon's dead,
in your heart I'm sure is dread,for this rite you were not bred,
many times an oracle told: men...

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On this peaceful land where we live comfortably 
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon, 
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness 
to spot the games to hunt in the changing...

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Slow released relief from powder coated tablets.
To an ache which seems to never go away.
When I’m fighting to survive each hour, each day
I will take whatever comfort I can salvage.
My veins once rich with vital fluids
My skin once not so deathly in complexion
The recipient of...

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In olden times things were saved or repaired
Old dresses stitched, boots and barrels staved
Worn-out clothing used as rags
No plastic wrap or bags
People believed in “A stitch in time saves nine” dictum
“Use and throw’ was a distant dream
I was the versatile commoner, the flour sack.
Branded with...

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They say it did not happen 
That we did not really see 
The horror's and the sadness
That the Holocaust would be 
They say it's just not true 
That there was never any plan
To kill every boy and girl, woman and Jewish man
They say they were...

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A breathy sigh that moved the air
encircled us with lusty flair.
Its sweet and tender brush of love
Left unsaid our intention there.
Some deep and thoughtful bold assertion
Drew us closer into it's glare
And staved away intrusion of all others
Lest they disturb the passion bared.
And sweet the savory...

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tight thoughts toil,
as threads in head uncoil
ideas plaited, intent's tug
escort through dilate pupils.
umbrella lashes shady look
was all it took-
inception outspooked
at artful spirit's raid, 
inkling's snapline birth
twine in tensile mind, 
sprinkling notion's seeds.
Small things become divine.

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