Best Takers Poems

The night takers come when the sun goes down
When there's no one around to hear the quiet loud
They are the shadowed clouds feared by the proud
Seeping in through ears with maddening clapping sound
Insane clowns with razor sharp teeth poking around
The mind pounds until it's fully...

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Some people give and some people take, live by made up rules because the takers are fake.
Taking for granted in all that you do, you can't give enough and it gets the better of you.
The givers give their very last coin to the taker that...

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I’m not yet quite ready for this love

I know I can face the easy days

But when the days between us begin to turn rough

I want to know if it’s tough love

Or together we fall still reqauinted


Some are givers, some are takers

Some feel real love, others...

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"Takers"
                                         
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This expert excursion...

sweet sweet soliloquy?

Checking every bucket box,

chiming like strife to be?


Frank Zappa may have had his platter eaten- 

Joseph Gobbles his Dotton feelie' wheels,

but made the park his whole weighted keel?


When you wouldn't leave the stuffy car to pray for a deal?

How can the...

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i'm thru sharing with
those people who wont listen
why give to takers?...

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There are people who only take
And hurt all others in their wake
Beware of them for your own sake
They love no one its all a fake
False hearts,false lies they make
At your heart they will rake
Watch out for those who tell lies
Beware of all their alibis
Beware the...

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...Then working with the government,
who always liked more western cash,
they set up an agreement that
they hoped could contain this backlash.

Two scientists could see the arc,
and work to verify its age,
one from Harvard, and one Cambridge,
and to Axum both made their way.

The American, an old man,
Professor...

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Blind battle? here it goes
against who nobody knows
will I win or will I lose
that's up to the voting views
your rhymes are so faded
predictable, and belated
while I keep it one hundred
you niggas flows are out dated
battle rappin' ain't shi** to it
yal drinkin' my spittin' like fluid
blastin'...

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...Some would long debate the whole raid,
say the arc was now truly lost,
others would say a museum piece
was never worth such a high cost.

I suppose those questions will rage,
on the net it gets rather loud,
but Alice pays no heed to it,
I hear she’s a minister...

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It started off the strangest thing,
like some tale out of Hollywood,
the famed ‘Arc of the Covenant,’
with stone tablets, cherubs, and wood.

Believed long lost to history,
destroyed by Babylonians,
the box that housed the commandments,
back when Israel was begun.

No one seriously thought that it
was still in existence today,
archaeology...

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...He saw his prize slipping away,
his future he now found in doubt,
had to make sure whoever came
would perish, and never walk out.

He had a compound in Puntland,
where arc and hostages were kept,
on guard were always sixty men,
on rotation, when others slept.

He brought them close, to...

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It is 2 pm
on a hot and humid Sunday
in June.

I am cleaning walls
and floors,
cabinets 
and doors,
and laying newly steamed rugs
in a new place
of one floor living
more suitably down-sized
from three floor struggling
for my disabled son
and aging me.

My husband
for the past twenty four years
calls with Happy Father's...

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I've invested too much time 
Into people I thought were genuine 
It's baffling
How many people you know 
You think have your back
But actually don't 
When you need me there
I show up 
When I need you 
It's you know I would but 
I've come to learn...

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Poppyseed Princess with poppyseed lips, 
Fragrant yellow piston, and beautiful hips. 
In the wind, savoring her relationships, 
Never knowing of my dream for her companionship.

I am a simply ugly marigold, gnarly and quite plain. 
Recognizing beautiful, but my tongue I dare refrain. 
If she knew...

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