Best Talk Over Poems

Just imagine..
Sitting in your cushioned chair
Comfortable as you can be
You close your eyes and begin to rest
Everything is so calm..

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The timer rings insanely!
The microwave beeps!
Your alarm goes off!
Subs pulsating outside!
The radio is screaming!
Children shriek without reason!
Why is it so Loud?!

The clanging of dishes!
Slamming...

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It helps if ya choose to be good in ya life
To heck with the Web of deceit, struggles & strife.
Be good to others but be wary too
Cos not all of da' people are the same as you.

Be generous & kind ...
I don't mean with ya...

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He had no teeth and neither did his girlfriend.
We’d sit in his apartment in the dark drinking margaritas and watch Jeopardy.
He’d answer every question correctly and his girlfriend would cackle.
He’d shoot at the mice with a pellet gun as they scurried in the shadows.
He rarely...

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We are just machines
This is now known
And this processing we skip
Causes glitches and faults 
We can go back and fix it
But it takes forever
So we are pushing on
Getting only to the point of fault
Then failing again
Yet we've switched off the signal
The outside sees the working...

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Whenever if you should ever find
yourself in desperate need of a 
2nd parties independent council
or friendly ear

And when you are willing to lay your
soul bare place your woes at their feet 
and they should dare interrupt 

Whilst you are trying to speak and
get the word's...

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There is a field called Compromise;
I will meet you there.
To talk over our differences;
A feather of friendship, I wear.

I will listen to all;
That you have to say.
You listen the same to me;
We talk in a good way.

When two warriors;
Can come to understand.
We unite for our...

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To return home that was at a walking distance.
She used to stop at a bar to freshen up a bit
One day she noticed a man staring at her.
As days passed, he befriended and bonded her.
It became a daily routine to talk over a drink.
When one...

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Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Words of tectonic proportions are pressing, persisting
moving the masses, a bundled behemoth
desperate for change.

As "party" heads talk over one another all around
spouting clever promises, like ticker tape
an unlikely one, his gold hair flung
rises up with haughty tongue....

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Why do we not listen? Why do we not hear the sound in the distance? Why do we feel we have to talk over a whisper? Why can't we hear a voice a little more crisper? Why do we doubt? Why do we feel we...

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I think you learn from a 
Bridge when you see it
Burning when you are on it

I think you experience the burns
From the sun when you hug
It like a little baby in your hands 

I think money is never meant
To bear its roots in your
Hands as...

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Joyce Johnson has something common with me
She and I share similiar grief confess
When on that airplane I finally see
Compassionate face I will love no less

Then I will see a person who understood
All heartaches, just to talk over coffee
This will make me feel so very good
As...

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Do you want to talk or keep quiet?
I always have a problem with this
I talk too much
And I like to share
I always like to blobber my mouth
and sometimes I say more things than I should say
But the way I look at it
If you don't share...

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Antique maiden lend me your time shall we talk over wine
your much to kind to spend moments alone I find you dashing 
and breathtaking,how my heart is aching breautiful lady your 
mesmerizing I want more....

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I Felt the Earth

There in the valley reaching for the sun
Our younger days were such fun
Though the struggle to be
Was so much for me?

The valley walls were so tall
That I would fear they would fall
Then bury me, it was so little that I did see
As...

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After two more hours of watching 
When the night was at its deepest 
Han roused Kwona for her vigil
Till the first light of the morning 

But a mood of laughter took them
By some magic of the nighttime 
And they crept toward the shoreline 
To continue...

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