Best Up To The Hilt Poems

Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out my breath, and immediately did the same, I’d seen him...

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'TIS POWER, TO THE PEN OF THOUGHTS TO WRITE

   FOR WORDS OFT' TIME SPOKEN ARE ON A FLIGHT

   TO A NOWHERE LAND AND THEN LOST IN THE MISTS OF TIME

   BUT PENNED, NOW THOSE WORDS ARE IMMORTALIZED

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Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His curveball’s so tight
Yankee Fan

Be it Clemens, Mussina or Meyers
Pettitte, Rivera, Villone
He’s willing to bet on his pitcher
Especially if pitching at home

Jeater – now he’s really something
And A Rod – no equal is found
They cover the left in...

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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale

My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have to turn on the charm
Wake up, look alive, for this...

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If (I / you) were to observe (myself / yourself),
Would (I / You) really know (myself / yourself)?

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We prosper but we also strain -
This "Game of Life" is that refrain.
It carries on from day-to-day
And we stay steadfast in the fray

Playing our roles up to the...

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A Look Inward At Darkness In The Mortal Soul

Strange now rests overburdened seas and hapless stars
Undiscovered jungle villages that think all earth is flat
Those that slow walk total blindness but never drank in bars
And in the tepid night, those that never hit when at bat
Yet...

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oh, so you call me filthy rich,
      blame me for your fate in the ditch,
and then you tell me to detour
      for the sake of you, lazy poor
from all the paths of cruel greed
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As thunder and lightning shatter the night
I feel safe in your arms, held so tight
The rain pours hard, the earth could drown
That mountain rumbles, we hear no sound.

We lay naked by soft candle light
Our bodies writhe as skin collides
And we give ourselves completely
With you in...

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There is a bull’s eye on my heart.
A knife protrudes up to the hilt.
It twists and turns and tears apart,
defines the edges of bloodguilt,
but I survive, rebuild from start.

The bull’s eye shines - I can’t fake it.
Continues on around, around.
Again, repeat – I can’t shake...

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What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt?
Is it Fruit of the Loom?
Is it nuthin'?
When it's cold does he cover himself with a quilt?
How much good Gaelic blood has been spilt
'cause he buried his Wee Willie up to the hilt
In a fair colleen's warm married...

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When I saw who was calling
I didn't answer the phone
There was a pit in my stomach
Like I'd swallowed a stone
Collect call from jail
Do I want to accept?
If the tables were turned
Would I be feeling bereft?
Except that the inverse
Had never happened before
You practically live there
Engraved your...

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As the climate for liturgical celebrations
evokes the sacredness of the most High,
God, who is the author of life and love,
enables everyone to give worship to him.

Where I usually go for the morning mass,
in the convent of the Presentation Sisters,
there’s a classical atmosphere of silence –
with...

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Gloomy, quiet and serene
this is the place where I stay.
People work up to the hilt
following the rhythm of each day.

I see and listen to some of them
with wonder and excitement.
Like any stranger in this place
I get to know where they come from.

Now I realize the...

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Death bubbles by
in such a sorrowful state.

A snowflake melting
in the midst of life.

A rusty knife
the tip of which protrudes
to make a third nipple.

Creating nary a ripple
in the scheme of things.
Which brings us to an impasse.

Unobstructed,
Our methodology measures
the in-constitute and volatile breaking of sound?
One cup sound;...

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Love’s Crusade Won


The blade met the ice in a vast explosion
Burying itself deep up to the hilt inside
Her frozen dungeon began to split and shatter
At last crumbling apart releasing my Bride

She fell limp and cold into my outstretched arms
That moment my heart held still then...

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