Best Storied Poems

Standing here in the mind of mine
passing through and over the time
pulling out thoughts sublime:
sorrow, hate, pain, joy, love, sanity--
all the mold character of my humanity;

On the outside, my African character is evident
despite the imprinted middle passage incident,
and on the inside, I'm American born and...

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The former MVP pawned his very last ring
    like the others, it had begun to sting
  Bittersweet memories of his storied swing
    that for a decade had made him King

  He'd hit home runs in every park
...

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I am your lord and savior,
Holding thy life in the palm of my hand,
Heed my words and know I am not kind,
I shall excuse your despicably free behavior,
And teach you to die by my stern command,
For that is the way of the respectably defined.
He was...

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Standing here in the mind of mine
passing through and over time
pulling out thoughts sublime:
sorrow, hate, pain, joy, love, sanity--
all the mould character of my humanity;

On the outside, my African character is evident
despite the imprinted middle passage incident,
and on the inside, I'm American born and bred...
child...

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Moving throughh each sample she
employed a various range of sound.
Her voice moved through each octave
with her concern to how she
sounded.Rushing through each
 phrase choring
to make them rhyme: one noted of
the recitive nature and how
the composition was laborious
 and unkind.To the advancement of 
the scheme I...

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In storied old ages,
He lept off the pages.
He lived on the waters;
His story engages.

Though was not intended,
His legacy ended.
He had only daughters;
His name, time rescinded.

No sons were begotten;
His seed, some said, rotten.
He slept with his fathers;
He soon was forgotten.

He lived on the waters.
He had only...

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...dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors
neck and rubber yet with scant regret.
Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief,
bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpacking pockets, 
string bags under closed eyes,
eulogies for the living etched on wet lips and
kitchen...

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Isn't it amazing how two real lovers
Can read each others thoughts
Every nuance, every twist of a phrase
The other can surely spot

Really a sign of a very deep passion
No matter where you look
Where the bond is as strong as forever
Love they write about in books

What makes...

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Desiccated mice thus far do gnaw shreds of scant regret.
Good and bad love, honey-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpack pockets,
bags billow under closed eyes,
eulogies for the living etched on wet lips and
kitchen towels. Owls turn to cry 
their mournful ‘why’s’, more kitchen...

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Bygone recollected reflections while perched atop storied roof...

years gone by now with a poof
constituting one garden variety generic goof
bolle yours truly sprawled himself aloof

The celebrated sailing frog
     from Montgomery County
     went a court'n, or so the tale...

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Zip pose zing the weather forecast
     donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
     visibility for miles
     if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
     off the ground presented flare
approximating...

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Nature

Appears as

Everything..

There's

No end to

Everything..

Not one

Or many

Things..

No thing

At all..

Nature's

Storied

Beauty......

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The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris

I led a boring life.
The end.

All joking aside, now the epilogue.

As a bookish fellow born January 13th,1959
he attended school and got promoted
as a mediocre student,
who honestly nearly failed every grade
courtesy my nasty, short
and...

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In my deaf and time-closeted
pockets unpack pockets,
string bags hang under the closed eyes
of all-seeing watchers.

Eulogies for the living
are etched on wet lips and kitchen towels.
Owls as mute as hollow urns
turn to flute their mournful why, what,
and who’s.

The edge of IF, is most hard to see;
‘if’...

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The storied "I"

Is the I

The only I

And cannot be known..

Yet life seems to be

Attempt after attempt

To find a hint of truth

About the storied I...
...

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