Best Steer Poems

It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is  myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.

My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene...

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Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
         "When life gives lemons, make lemonade"
                      urges me...

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When the unforeseen mistrel swipes the land,

tiny warriors trudge against the force.

“Back down! Retreat!”, the general commands.

The musketeers recoil back on course.


Then the torrent readily disembarks,

the entire army rolls up horse and foot.

A few lucky ones hop on Noah’s ark,

their chiseled armors soaked with sludge...

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I'm not intrusive, thereby save
or inconclusive, there be rave
my thoughts trustworthy merit praise
but on those foul days, Lord be craved!

The mild assumption I discuss
but to oneself, the talking's best
and then decipher what I meant
are these my prayers ~ am I this bent?

A meager soul's sport,...

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Kinds lay everywhere,
With stories of the past,
Opening wide arms to share,
Helping others at last.

Easy is not the word,
To place upon the plate.
After my past is heard,
The pathos fit in fate.

Some may want,
The descriptions clear,
Or some may recieve the haunt;
Of the visions giving off fear.

Lost souls...

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In fake urbanity, somewhere we lost our humanity,
  Respect and care for others, is turning to a formality, 
    In reality, we are being trounced by the mundanity,
      Our morality is now diminishing; it bears no...

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Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear

While on the corner of the street I adhered
A injured open wounded possum peers
Running back and forth so unclear
A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire
I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer
Of which my blow...

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Hello and welcome to “The Plains of the Serengeti Show”,
I’m your host Bwana Bob come on let’s get ready and go.
 
Right outside of this window, just a short half step away,
You can see all kinds of wildlife as they go about their day.
 
See...

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"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France


The creative urge of our vibrant soul
articulates poetry when it heeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.

Navigating life to fulfil our role,
without any doubt love magnetism leads
the creative urge...

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Kieran is a former pupil of Beath High, 
In the region of Fife, a Scottish pride, 
He attended a sports day hosted by, 
Disability Sport Fife, boccia to be bride. 

Born on 21st July 1995, Crossgates,
He works extremely hard each day, 
In home exercises, in...

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call me Robinson Crusoe
steer me toward my own island
in the Pacific,

let me be myself
one with nature
let me enjoy her balmy ideas

release me to summer...

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We will all die
So we cry loud
And try for thought.

Wrong lane, wrong way.
Death delay, pray.
Cars stray and honk.

Oh, please, cars – clear.
Turns appear soon,
I steer, we cheer.


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it’s the thoughts unclear
that evolve to those most dear
     to the truth they steer...

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Living on a farm is never boring
There are cows to milk, bulls, steers, calves to feed
Pigs to slop and chickens to peck the dust
With guineas moving around, exploring
Chasing turkeys through the musical lead
Dance must

Enlightening their lives through adventures
Naught is as soothing a silence, a must
Ensuring...

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Hide away in fear,
For the dead begin their reign.
Try to escape and they think they are in the clear,
But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain.

Fight away through the fear,
No more hiding, there’s no choice,
Even if...

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