Best Well Intentioned Poems

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open...

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The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain 

I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant" 
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle" wounding, of "gentle" continued "colonization"
constantly in an "unconscious" search for unsuspecting names to attach to,
so that we can remain collectively...

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The concerned politician was running for re-election
   But a very cool, steamy sex scandal he struggled to hide
He used his thick, bald head to provide some harmful protection
   By taking a scholarly, dim-witted babe to be his bride

By hiding appearances this...

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Once upon a stranger
A girl A well intentioned woman
With open and adorned soul
Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs,

Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles
In an unending sequence.
Yielded in gleams in day dreams,
With folklores and odes chronicling her unique meekness.

Once upon a moment.
I heard silent whispers fade
Within a...

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A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,

Infrequently used, it is rapidly overgrowing
I am brushing against the yellow yarrow,
As hottest of summer...

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Yes….YOU…you thimble headed moron;
why do you think your realities SO unique?
What gives you a claim on rightness?
Rightness, righteousness, right, “OH MY!”

OZ was a much more clear-cut place to live.
At least the wizard there displayed
his over blown head.
Let the curtains fall open
revealing his 
bulbous backside;
exposed the...

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They're in a Better Place
 
This is not the time
for well-intentioned
testimony to
ethereality
so unfathomable
as these deaths
before me.
 
Praise heaven
and rejoice;
disguised as consolation
to me,
fractured,
who knows no better
than grief;
 
I have been left;
let me rage;
let me cry out
in torment;
let me.
 
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 22, 2012...

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One word
Like a black cat
Prowling on a starless night
Sneaks past my notice
Quiet and still and
Unobserved
Escaping from my well-intentioned lips
“Someday”


“We’ll have to get together”
“Yes, soon!”
“Write me when you get there”
“I will!” 
“Don’t be a stranger”
“It’s been too long”
“Here’s my phone number”
“I’ll call – I promise...”
“Someday!”


Every emotion...

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The lost doll was soon replaced
by the kind stranger, poker faced,
who said the doll looks not the same,
having changed both face and name
but may yet be by the child recognised,
by its touch tender and smile undisguised
and so by this well intentioned tale spun,
the lost doll...

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What have you learned
after you've reached
a certain age?
Anything tangible
that can be passed on?
Rules for life
that are universal,
or simply habits
that worked for you?
I shuffle through my 
mental rollerdex,
stopping here and there
to consider a point.

I was always early
or would strive to be,
for every event
or meeting, but
when all...

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From Pretty Pink Bows To Baby Bassinets  


              Well little girl you are in high water now and the sand is moving swiftly under your feet. You never expected to get...

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For each gift that you make to a man’s spirit,
Servant gift, not the kind that dishonor brings,
There’s a peace that comes soft. (Can your ears hear it?)
And the heart of the man soon forgets its stings.

A first kiss from a girl that you really love,
Like...

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Chill by beach of Pitas. 
Rain comes in a heavy task. 
Return home to a break. 
Another night to medicate tired. 
Thanks Allah we intend. 
Well-intentioned we are blessed. 
Preach in the village of Rungus. 
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!



Kota...

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Memories are walls
desecrated by graffiti of remembrance

well intentioned people
all around  
and me
playing that „warm rabbit“ game
(take a guess who the rabbit is)

it feels like I'm one of those happy faces on Kerouac's road

I feel like an idiot

it has to feel like that when you...

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THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being quite near
Nature blessed him, with a way to camouflage
If you...

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