Best Taketh Poems

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A old lady sits on her porch, stairing from her rocking chair
This has been here resting spot for the last tweenty or thirty years
Watching her world dramaticlly change
From loving familys and neighbors
To drug dealers, hoodlums, and colored rag carring gangs
First and last names are replaced...

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Imagination's ingenuity
ushered forth from minds acuity
creations utility which flows fluidly
unhampered by ungracious cruelty

A worm of earth produces role
lower organism such as mole
without the tree provideth air
do we as human dare to care

Nature provides for all on earth
our mutual response to each in worth
despondant are those...

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Giveth yet Taketh Away.

 

She created being for me

young meant lucky in that

overnight she admittedly disappeared

without a fight and no rapacious thoughts

 

Hidden away in the hills eloping with the free

mammoth conversions taken aboard

as she climbed, surfacing and

conforming unyielding for an eternity of reasons

 

Crying...

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I used to feel so warm next to you,
As I await my peaceful sleep to come.
I would lay my head on your chest,
Cause I knew that’s where your love came from.
I’d tell you I love you,
I’d pull you closer to me…
Cause with you and only...

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i give all my heart and
you taketh again
you leave me alone
in this winter storm
to face the ubiquitous wind and
still you taketh again...

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And Taketh Away

Locked in a realm undefined and
Unimaginable to the onlookers through
The lens of a mechanical being with
An intelligence and compassion that
Exceeds that of our so-called leaders
Of the “free world” purchased with
The blood, sweat, and tears of those
Who could not qualify for the giveaways
Because their...

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My mother bathes her mother’s feet.
She kneels in quiet reverence,
Raising the one who raised her.
Hands cupping water as if it were holy.
Her hands speak a language older than words.
The language spoken by those who had not yet formed their own speech-

love, poured out in gesture.

My...

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