Best Thout Poems

Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns...

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My father stole my wife, Nadine,
And they run off together.
My brother took off after them,
Hell bent for leather.

I would have gone myself but then,
I was on the job,
So who was there to turn to then,
But Brother Billy-Bob.

He found them in a cheap motel,
The other side...

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Your golden hair like Jason's fleece
Flows and streams, now disarrayed, yet neat
Waving as a banner at once to the beat
Yet with promise and rapacity so replete

How your eyes sparkle behind your lids
How they must glow and how they must flick
Flash when they open so wide...

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To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.

Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.

Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of...

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Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.

When setting a table, with china, replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not...

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My father stole my wife, Nadine,
And they run off together.
My brother took off after them,
Hell bent fer leather.

I would have gone myself but then,
I was on the job,
So who was there to turn to then,
But Brother Billy-Bob.

He found them in a cheap motel,
The other side...

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When I finish the row and
yonder my soul is invited-
for my casket will they lay beneath-
I'll take with me desire.

On the top unseen
where we rule the fate of men,
I'll despise my present state;
O that I could perch and mount.

What a wonder yon!
'Thout tales old and...

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Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.

'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,

For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And on each Hallow's Eve he...

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Show me how to pray, Lord,
To communicate with You;
To bring to You my wants and needs,
But first my praises too.

Teach me how to praise You.
Give me the words to say;
To say how much You mean to me,
Teach me how to pray.

I want to say I...

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I was working alone late one night,
When something occurred that gave me a fright.
Outside my window the moon shone bright,
And I saw something strange in the pale moonlight.

Out on the lawn in the shadows was lurking,
A figure, a shadow, furtively searching,
For a way to get...

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Do you see it, do you know
What the mirror sees, how you glow?

Your eyes so bright so fascinating
Your smile so wide, illuminating

You love so well, your soul so free
You embrace it all, even me

Your life seems so simple, you make it so
Although there is much...

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when wind blows and engine wails
when music rises and tires tear
when gears shift, up without fail
when landscape passes, so does fear

when heart beats and smites in chest
when senses race, beg for life
when human instinct cries, protests
when arrow rises, up and right

when gas is streaming, brakes...

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SMOKEY AND ME

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat,
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped his net,

That he had formed...

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Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped the net,

That he had formed around our...

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Mama's skirt was pulled
At the helm by the slightest finger:
The grip was fooled:
For the tip of the shortest lingered.

Mama had waved this off,
And the gentle breeze commemorate her action-
'thout looking back, harder she waved her skirt off,
And their was the birth of a commotion:

The owner...

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