Best Tallied Poems

Like a herd of cattle, placed on a ship.
Upon my back, I felt their whip!
Ripping into my flesh, excruciating pain.
Forced across the big water on a trip.

Living in darkness with little to eat.
The feel of chains around my feet.
Amidst tortured cries, the ship did shake.
Waves...

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The wind is in the west 

   and the moon large and low,

   the tapered horizon aglow

   with the recesses of a withered day;


How symphonic a minstrel display,

   tallied up like gathered notes to eve's call,

 ...

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The white horse has been put out to pasture
The shining armor rusts on the cellar floor
You take off your dress; say you’re a damsel in distress.
You’re a little late babe, I don’t slay dragons anymore.

Yeah I can still swing my sword as good as ever
But,...

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Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed...

Oddly enough even 
when frolicking in the autumn mist
with seasoned super tramping 
cheaply tricked out goo goo dolls
some resembling Indigo Girls,
one foo fighting beastie boy
unable to adjust snoozing 
on the left bedside.

Don't ask me why,
cuz we...

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How easy it is to get wrapped up
In our own little universe
The cocoon of the daily grind
Of going about our business
Trying to protect our turf
‘Cause we’re more fragile than we let on
We live in fear that aggressors surround us
Propelling us to not forget and not...

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In 2028, the votes were tallied
and the winner announced.
The loser had been trounced
by a good woman of the people.

Soon, epaulets came into her office
and other shiny suits so fine
as the new President's eyes did shine
in warm greeting.

These men quickly cut her smile
telling her how the...

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the heart is always right
unless this time it’s wrong
and this time is not like all the others

this game he must not lose
too much at risk
no room for error

is it worth the risk
has he hit the point of no return
is it really worth the venture

if it’s...

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down the path of broken promises 
up the stream’s misguided dreams

shoulders burdened crushed and rounded
by all accounts tallied and squared off

countless breaths and tears held back
while chilling fears explode unhinged

tossed plans and schemes to wispy clouds
deep in marshlands of futility hope lies 

armsful of useless...

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Sitting next to me, you turn pages of our album
Unfolding sweet memories, treasured longingly,
Revealing verses of love in ballad of setting sun
Glittering autumn’s twilight on golden foothills
As blazing meadows inflame yearnings of visions
Beckoning us to horizon’s gamboge ebullience.

You remind me how we snuggled in its...

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He's our savior
a man of utmost principals

He stands up against the deep state
and speaks his mind concisely

But he has faltered
and hoarded sensitive information

Now silver bars may bind his home
for several years to come

What can we do to help
how can we save the man we love

There...

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As summer’s hope dreamt it had caught him,
days tallied boardwalk planks one by one.
Candles became golden skies burned dim
beyond evening’s watery sun.

How I tried to help you with my friend,
but she had built a sandcastle there.
Only time and advice left to lend
on a beach came...

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The Old Prospector, The Crazy Old Fool

Folks said that nasty fool is a damn old bat
times the bastard knows not where he is at
Rumor is he lives in shame for murdering a man
eats lizards and snakes, drinks from rusty can

He eats snails, claiming it slows...

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When all the smoke has cleared on battles either lost or won,

the downed and damned and damaged tallied in the aftermath,

as ever, Guilt turns to Remorse when all is said and done

and leaves Regret to walk alone down consequences path.


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July 2015...

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Her return
Written: by Tom Wright

She was like "Ghost Smoke"
emerging from ashes past;

Today's inner likeness,
now sequestered,
from days remembered;

Absented days,
I tallied as grains of sand,
and earlier thoughts of her,
though too few to catalog,
I occasionally recall;

In my eyes,
her new inner beauty makes liars,
of those who proclaim that
"Beauty is...

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this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone  

prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin

aware thy missive from an...

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