Best Uncooked Poems

To hunger for truth,
as lies feast on perception
sitting at the table with hope and desire
Where vanity is served in a cold glass of pride
until humility becomes drunk
and left to sleep undisturbed

To understand each portion served
is uncooked speculation,
that causes truth to become ill
as you cut away...

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Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!

He's Canadian eh! From way up north
From the land of ice and snow
He eats bowls of nails for breakfast
Wearing manly lumberjack clothes

“Good day eh! How's...

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The eternal buzz of city anglers
brash, angry, hornets ever selling egos.
Shrieking anxiety laced, analog, syllables, idiotically.
Hoping against hope, urchins, desperations end,
strumming ancient chords in vain efforts,
praying evermore for ordained kindness's eye.
Telltale ubiquitous blighter's energetically begging on.
How on heaven's earth can anyone 
begrudge absolution, hand out...

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My love for all on Poetry Soup
like a tasty broth group.

Cook and stir

* 2 pounds lean Lebanon ground
in Dutch oven over medium-high heat,
breaking the Lebanon meat up as it cooks,
until all is no longer pink and has
started to brown, about 10 minutes.

Stir in the

* 2...

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Poetry Knows

Where poet goes
when poet needs
A line of prose

Which word comes best 
on top of rest 
before its born 
in womb of next

Where uncooked prose
in little groves
sits in wait 
by little stoves  

Poetry screams 
in pains of birth
For now as words 
it now has...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what we saw dreamt of as part of our lives in...

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The eyes fit into little holes;
The nose, ears, mouth do, too.
Of course, you have some choices
But not more than just a few.

The parts are made of plastic
Though way back in my own youth,
The body was a real potato - 
That's the doggone truth.

The toy came...

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Dear Self,

I'm oh so sorry I let you down, so many uncountable times
Sorry I ignored your cries and pretended I didn't hear them, though they were all 
what was ringing in my ears
I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you and thought I was Ok...

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Walking my tiger home, I now feel
happy to be alive.
Out in the sun, I’m a charmed one -
someone who learned to survive!

It wasn’t easy when I first found
myself near the jungle lost
after I’d landed on a white beach,
my ship having been storm-tossed.

I must have lain...

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New fashion Trend

There’s a new fashion trend that has my heart achin’
A scarf that looks like a raw slice of bacon
It’s made of silk crepe that looks crisp and all crinkly
Like some bacon uncooked before it’s all wrinkly
There’s a border that’s black like the bacon’s...

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Hey, hey, I want to dance the *KARAGAM dance
*Hey, Sham, Manu, bring pitchers from archives
Fill the pitchers with water and uncooked rice
As rice symbolizes food that sustain our lives.

With twirls bodies move free with intricate steps
*Dhotis, jackets furl and the turbaned heads unfurl
Hands holding peacock...

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oh little lad
energetic and promising
hopeful and full of potential
do you stay all day long in the sea not to get hot
or eat uncooked meat just not to get burnt?

You remit heavily on the escape route
while avoiding paying your dues
keeping tabs with valuable consistency
keeps you totally...

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I’m trapped in the American struggle/ 
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ 
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/ 
Yeah am I the only one to truly see our invisible chaotic bubble? / 
Am I the only one to...

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I prayed to God hoping he’d send me a distraction.
Then I just stood around, and well, nothin’ happened.

So I said, “This just proves you don’t really exist,
and it leaves no excuse not to take the initiative.”

So I wrote you a postcard postmarked from Hell,
and I...

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"The Third Degree"

I’m thinking, if I am to commence this degree next year, then perhaps easier to have cats. I can’t leave a dog alone in the apartment all day. Unless I do the entire degree on-line. 

I dreamt last night I had two cats,...

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