Best Sturdiest Poems

A barn southwest of Central Butte
Could be seen for miles around 
Upon a hill, and that was how
The Mattus place was found

A big and very well used barn
With lots of stock and feed
Pride of the Prairie West Winds Farms
A sentinel indeed

In the big bad wind...

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BLUBBERHOUSES MOOR

I have often pondered on words that have been written of your
verdant moorside chase, where so many faces you portray to suit
each season, the bluest haze of summer, autumn’s golden demise,
winter’s alpine crest and spring for her blossom to bare.

a moorland bereft
no cosmetic piety
nature...

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I am done trying
to win the favors of love
I am done beseeching
the dame fortune
I am done pleading
with the lady luck
I am done kowtowing to
the dictates of unyielding time
I am done holding on
to a faltering hope
I am done taking 
refuge in my faith
I am done wallowing
in...

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the truest of friends

are the sturdiest of trees

with roots undying


April 24, 2018 for Mick Talbot's 'haiku' poetry contest
Theme: 'Human Nature'...

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Lo the gentleness of your gesture
makes the spring leaves harmonized whistles
waving arms of the sturdiest of stump (and thistles)

If there were a thump (supposed)
who would know- which way it goes
the sound an old riddle play
or if a fury creature lay
his clump in a natural way

Many...

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A castle on the hill, a symbol resolute.
built upon the broken backs of the poor.
The hungry and homeless of this land.
Enslaved to build, a symbol they despise.

Vast extravagance, and the sturdiest of form.
Representing the empires, boundless strength.
More than a structure, or just a monarch's home
An...

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As social political apathy begins to set in,
Truth becomes the enemy,
And lies become the bullets 
Of the corrupted firing squad.

When immorality replaces decency,
Weak men become strong
Strong men become weak,
And the sturdiest of Oaks
Are splintered into firewood.

Apathy appears to be dangerous
For any civilization.
As the disappearance of...

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Kulaks never acquisced* Stalin's regime of hierarchical Russia,
for it made them very prosperous growing grains for brewing Vodka,
and because of the prosperity, they seemed extremely rambanctious*...
unlikely the poorer peasants who we were less loyal and ambitious.



Lenin, he fearless archaist, rose to power to build an...

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i mean...
she loved him up
something awful
rare poignant flower 
stagnate above seaweed
leveled bottom feeders

he scooped her quick
cupping her in his hands
once able now crippled
investing in her salve
rubbing and stretching them
loving him up something fierce

he closed his eyes feeling
hypnotized invaded
by the tampering scent of her 
over come...

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---Casualty Attack---

Like old memories
legs giving out
having grown tired in waiting
slouch through the 
cheese cloth of mind and
sour perception in guilt.

Guilt is the culture of the mind,
a great fungal expanse 
of 'what could be's 
and 'why did I's.

Guilt is the past 
expecting that 
lost futures deserve...

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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger."
                                ...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And Betty Storm, matron of mundane mismanagement,
Douses its sentient walls with...

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Squirrels are scampering over the back yard
Finding the stashes they missed during winter,
Looking very self-satisfied and accomplished
Tails shimmering, signs of mating energies.
Seems rather early to me, but they know
More than I about the approach of early spring,
And the necessities of early reproduction, while
Branches of the...

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Archers in the cold rain
Holding their bows steady
Ready to strike at will

Warriors, the sturdiest
Women of holy peace
Protecting the innocent

Seen in the skies today
Watching over the pure
Keeping the weak safe

Archers of light and hope
Women warriors of heart
Timeless beings secured

Russell Sivey...

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If you take Iraqi sand
And you mix it with some water
It will soften like the land
Spilled with blood of sons and daughters..
Now take it in your hand
Hold it gently in the sunlight
It will shapen at command
When the temperature is just right..
Make a place in which...

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