Best Transmitter Poems

"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…

It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time songs;
So much love they given each of us;

Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…

Yet they were stern
Great teachers...

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Women are roses
Beware of thorns
With tactful maneuvers
Lest you get poisoned

Women are oars
They sail your boat, without roars
And, the calm waters
Conceal the abyssal horrors

Women are children
Give them big sweets
Hug them with heart beats
And show them trustful smiles
'Cause they sniff the wiles

Women are wireless spies
Aired through airborn...

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Surfing consciousness 

Within the womb of existence
Sensations borne of resistance 
Navigates spectrum of delight
As bestowed on soul’s sentience

Undifferentiated light
Enlivened by love, shining bright
Infuses in the void, intent
Creating a pulse, day and night

Innate to soul’s the bliss current
Exuberance effervescent 
Both receptor and transmitter
Of love and light...

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Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the...

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In the beginning, all that was, was living light eternal
Vibrant in time and space dissolved ineffable peace
Pulsating endlessly in a singularity transcendental 
Sans identity, with no attribute, we were and still are
One without a second, awareness self-aware
Feeling complete thus, as a receptor of God’s light
Our...

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My Hunt was for the sonnet gems.
My complacence was absolutely stunning.
Wiping out my fake dreams,the key to my 
happiness was setting a realisable goal.
On the island of luzon, a beautiful scenic 
province is well established.
Our poor people wer imprisoned in the 
backyard of the Asheville.
To...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.

Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter...

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They invade the cafe at first light
Then with latte and laptop held tight
    They seize tables for four
    To let go nevermore
So all others drink coffee upright

With a bored intellectual stare
That one hankers to be Molière
   ...

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on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so they let me off the meat hook
loosened my bindings and...

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"I will continue to broadcast, as time and circumstance permit,
To whomever is receiving on the aforementioned frequency.
My name is Cor Nosduh. I am not infected. Over."
Yea, I thought, continue to broadcast until this massive, power-sucking,
5.1 Gigawatt (Or 97.1 dBW at maximum output) transmitter is dead....

There...

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winter gravestone
dash between dates
father's life
the upstairs transmitter
where you rocked the world with code*...

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O! Frankenstein you were lost for a century
 Nobody could tell wherever you have been,
 But you are here now, a stranger to paradise,
 Loneliness has become your friend 
 Your other name is Friday, 
 You have no soul, you love Cinderella;
 Come, let...

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' The  Survival  of  The Fittest '
 (The Holy Bible)


(2 Tim. 3: 16, 17/ Matt. 4: 4)


Down Thru The Ages of Our Histories
The Survivor Stands Thru Time, Victoriously
The Survivor Stands Triumphant Over Its Enemies
Against All Odds  - It Wins Hands Down,...

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In Wiltshire the stone circle lays 
It looks to the endless visage of the skies
Above it peregrine falcon flies
At night owl gives its bone chilling cries 

N o one knows what truly is the purpose of those stones? 
One day they found there skeleton full...

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Ham vk4pr

In 1988 I got a puter ,
And it was cuter ,
Than a fowling ferret ,
Yes in the month of may.

Me old commodore 64,
I’d fire up for sure,
And hook up a radio,
to talk to Halliwell,
he was vk4ave.

before the net appeared ,
we had paket radio, with...

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