Best Upper Poems

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Chimed Upper Room

Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks,
An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of diligence,
Lacks found bordered leathered album...trapped topped a cornered desk.

Cutting edge mounts an Everest...Grand Canyon grooves a pass,
Emptying a corridor...grants patience traces of sweat caught...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore ©

Tap Tap on the window on a cold and frosty morn
I try hard to ignore it, it’s still not even dawn
I wish the noise would go away, then I’d go back to sleep       
and I...

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It was with immense fortitude that he endured the pain.
His back was arched and head rose as he strode down the thoroughfare.
No one need know what lurked behind his eyes. 
Although in all honesty he wanted someone to know what lay behind his eyes. 
He...

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Volcanoes can engulf the land
in avalanching lava blaze
entombing picturesque Pompeiis,
for Nature has the upper hand.

Tsunamis raze an earthly strand
disrupting lives that cling to breath
in e’er untimely mortal death,
for Nature has the upper hand.

Despite the undertakings planned,
a cataclysm’s fatal sweep
may chance on beings deep asleep,
for Nature...

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THE SILENCE OF A SANCTIFIED SONG

I was seeking and sank into a sanctuary
It wasn’t lonely although I was all alone
From there I went to a mortuary
And wished I was but rotting bone

No flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
Just my corpse in a coffin of...

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The name of my sidekick was Benjamin, a fellow church member
An ornery, brown haired boy who had nothing in common with me
Save for his sudden sense of adventure and exploration
He asked me, “Laura? Have you ever been up there?”
I said, my voice soft, innocent, and...

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A part of the upper crust of society

I certainly have never been

Methinks “down to earth” more accurately

Describes this old *****sapien

No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair

Just little old simple me

Now that word “simple” can be misleading

I don't think I've ever been considered simple

In...

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What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no one to guard the door
What would the rich do without the poor?
When we go to the convenient store?
What would...

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Dress up now boy and girl, It’s time for bonfire joy
Bring your purse bring smile line up now for fun
Many costumes many shades walking in the haze
Sounds of drumming and of horn fletching reborn.

Kids wander in the dark, go from house to house
And the adults...

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"The Upper Room"
 


When time expanded
the heart opened -
the mind, like a shell,
spoke like a wheel 
turning 
the sum of all
towards the central core

the next number
in the sequence
is the sum 
of the two before it
to believe in 1
order is found within
synchronicity’s calculation

The eyes watching,
collectively move...

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The truth was, we very well could go back,
But there was sudden authority and determination in his voice
It was the first time I ever respected Benjamin
The first time and only that I ever liked holding his dirty boy hands

“Well let’s go, scaredey cat!” I giggled,...

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Mary Smith, a famous knocker-upper
in London's East End,
Shot dried peas with her pea shooter.
At workers windows
to wake them up
to get to work on time
Every morning
Mary walks up and down
the east end with her pea shooter
Shooting dried peas at the shattered windows
waking everybody up to that...

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drink a glass of milk
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Having lived in multiple ports
Comingling with people of various sorts

Living in luxury or existing in squalor
Coffers full or down to last dollar

In town after town one constant remained
Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained

In areas it seemed that inherited blight
With hardly the cash to keep...

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Upper class clowns and socialists
always whining from their crystal palaces. 
Fine dining ...greasy lipped pimps
Lecturing the working man, on global warming,
who just topped off their private ride
with ozone poking jet fuel piss-

Upper class clowns and socialists, 
always cawing about American gluttony
the distribution of wealth.
While wearing...

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