Best Taught Poems

Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit,
   
With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast,
   ...

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On a stone wall, by the solitary pavement,
Annoyed and angry, with daggers drawn at everyone,
I saw my neighbor sitting dejected and depressed.
Though known him for years, of late he has changed much.

His eyes had grown so cold, and his mind, so blank.
His vision, I felt...

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Spring has earned a special place in my heart;
a season so fair,
She dispels despair.
I anxiously await for Spring to start;
I miss Her so much,
that I crave her touch
and long for the sensual perfume she'll wear;
a blend of sweet-smelling flowers and fresh air.
She taught my heart...

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My Dad taught me to drive stick
On warm Sunday mornings while Chicago slept
Before the church people left and returned
On a freeway still under construction
Past yellow barricades and
Caution signs
Recklessly cautious
Without benefit of power steering
And power brakes
We flew past run down homes
And new skyscrapers
We owned the road
The...

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Blow on a dandelion and wish
God's parachutes, my dad would say
Then fold your hands, whisper a prayer
And watch them as they float away

You can say anything to God
So talk to Him like He's your friend
God answers all our prayers, sweet girl
Because His love will never...

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Oh! God
Simply free boundary…less…lovely God…………………………………………………....
Almighty Omnipresent……. every where………..unthinkable with material sense 
no definition in words of any material body of any formations…..
Just who truly devote as per His deserved standard
With the strength of strength of unselfishness and egoless feeling 
Blessed a tiny light out of...

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Dandelion seeds float away my wishes 
I dream I float upon a cloud
Love the breeze as my neck it kisses
Lasting peace I may have found
Yodel lay a deee

(Acrostic mishmash of gifts)...

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{verse-1}
That pretty lady you were holding tonight
She used to be mine till I taught her to cry
You know those kisses she gave you last night
She learned that from me, I’m the other guy
And do you like the way she holds you so tight
Well that was...

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GREAT GRANDPA TAUGHT ME HOW TO GIVE

My great grandpa once taught me how to give in a simple sort of way
When a brand new dollar I received as a gift for my birthday.
As I pondered what I could do with it, my wise mother said...

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Allow yourself to be taught,
And with that knowledge plant a seed.
Let it grow so you may harvest a dream. 
And another and another like fruit from a tree.

And let yourself catch a wind,
And sail should there be water to float,
And with that knowledge navigate the...

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The hardest job you will ever have is  love.
It is not just a gift from above.
It takes a lot of work to get it right.
Sometimes you may fight.
But always be each other's light. 
Don't get stuck on a negative thought.
This is from lessons taught.
Only...

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"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 2)


His name was
Flight Left-Tennant V.C.Burton,
or "Victor Charlie Bravo", when he
got pulled over by the cops, explaining
"a sherbert or two Lynette, but not on the rocks".
though he makes me spell it
off by heart
“Flight L.I.E.U.T.E.N.A.N.T”.
for spelling it...

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"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 1)



Liberation
of a sort
head out the car window
hair blowin’ in the breeze
I can hear the Crickets chirping
in the chilly winter freeze
I’m smiling 
it’s good to be alive 
until the old man shouts
“Hoi!
pull your head in a...

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Things my father taught me
he never wrote down
was not the writing type
tough as nails he was my dad
a word of praise made you feel big as brass 
one glance was quick to cut you down to size
I lied only once to him.. a shame I...

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My Pet Poems, WOODY

Not long after our heart-stealing beauty
Watson passed, Jim drove me off from
The breeder’s and I sat in the passenger seat
With a cocker, colored a light maize/vanilla,
Cupped in my palms on my lap, while we
Discussed what to name him.  He was 
Our...

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