Best Understandably Poems

Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no omission, no fission, no fusion.
No beanstalk
no tractor
no yellow
no 7:30, no...

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Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did - 
An example, brilliant and bold.

Helen Keller was bright minded,
On hope she always did dwell
She was not only an icon for the struggling,
But for the...

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among you and I and among us all
remains a feeling of shallow intoxication
that seems to play on and on and on in our respective heads
as everyone important to us has gone on to some beautiful destiny
I sit here amongst the caucasion sleeves of paper on...

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Shaken, angry  and scared is the family that was once three

Each parent accusing the other of murder in the second degree

But just who would set the fire while their only child was inside

Their faces register horror, realizing someone could have died



Watching them from the...

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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as...

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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.

Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
  ...

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perfectly-placed pleats
admirable rear
other interests
wandering eyes hurt
understandably
potential problems


THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written 3/26/2021
(Inspired by Picture #3)
For "Tableau 2" Contest 
Sponsored by Joseph May
Composed using PS "Syllable Counter"...

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I cannot single handedly manage...
primary idiopathic palmar/
palmoplantar hyperhidrosis

Aforementioned physiological malady
unwanted and unwonted figurative
(metaphorical) beast of burden
linkedin with matrix constituting mine
corporeal essence genetically
gifted to yours truly,
invariably, objectionably, and unquestionably
afflicts, impacts, and upsets
emotional (mental) health
diagnosed with schizoid personality disorder.

Tis no fun unable
to join in any reindeer games
(actually...

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I over heard Momma Bear telling Papa Bear to get a better job,
You remember him from the Goldilocks fame, yessiree-bob.
Our Trolls in Mayham Falls, in the quest, he came across,
And in my experience this could be his complete loss.

He asked for their help, and I...

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I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity of my enrolment, 
Being helped up a tree by an...

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Thank you for your grace, your mercy and everlasting love Father. Thank
you for giving me the strength to endure another day. Forgive me
for my sins I've committed. I come to the
realization that day-to-day my eyes will
face temptations. I'm lured by the 
beauties of envy, greed,...

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"Sliders"

500 clicks down, was code phrase for battle ships gone all depth charge. The deeper you go down that black-holed sink, the more you understand in your oxygen deprived brain, that there is a lesson to be learned in everything, and even the most fragrant...

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How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?

Nary a clue exists about
     the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
     taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated) 
     gluten free reaction,
     or...

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bees make honey-old news
and Musa,
yes Musa, the rugged, 
self acclaimed village bachelor harvests honey
his farm has a drone of hives,
bees seem to like him
and for some reason, the village women as well

this day, under a hot tropical sun, 
a bunch of old village men sit...

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When I was ten I went to England with my mother and younger sister.  It was the Queen’s Silver Jubilee. For 
Monarchists, you’ll know what a lot of fanfare goes on.  There were “block parties” everywhere—streets closed off and 
whole neighbourhoods dancing. ...

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