Best Well Meant Poems

Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.

Darting between the soft, swirling
flakes 
Of unique crystalline, driven without 
respite,
He alights upon his sheltered 
perch
And begins to shrilly trill:
Against the on...

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It's nature's way that in the spring 
Emotions make a lamb's soul sing 
And so it was my young heart found 
That love is not by species bound 

Well cruelly spent, did cupid's dart 
Pierce deep my foolish woolly heart 
A wiser sheep would fain...

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Ten hillbillies came over the hill
Each one of them answered to Bill
To name them all Billy
Would be rather silly
Not one of them responds to Will

Their fiancés all share the name Sue
Mass confusion, causes such a to do
They'd arranged a joint wedding
To the alter they’re heading
Ten...

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Where his loyalties lay is not with me
therefore I think he’s untrustworthy,
Strong feeling of support absent 
from a bond that was well meant…

Though that’s OK ‘cause I don’t trust anyone anyway.

Compromise he was not taught
empathy is near to naught,
No middle ground, no give or take
agreeance...

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I open my window not a worry or care
I refresh my mind with the crisp morn air
Run down the stairs to grab a quick bite
On this special day full of love and light
My love and I are about to be wed
In a few hours time...

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Sonnet from Memories - Episode 5
Shadow dance of distortion fade in and out
Teasing to the fore then get wrested back
Manipulative psychic games with subconscious
Like the sun rays flitting behind clouds of black

Memories of her's succumb to quiet whispers
Disappearing hope with each ponderous breath
Green eyes with...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth having
And I knew as the man flattered to grow
    He also learned the crafts of
  ...

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God Given Gratitude

Puttered around and to Poetry Soup do go
And see my great number of poems grow
Which were written by me and well-meant
Into state of ecstasy some poets were sent.

Poem appeared smack dab in middle of night
Went back to man cave and turned on light
Started...

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… as I child I heard these words by Immanuel Kant from my late Dad

over and over again …’you must act in a way that if everybody did it

your thinking and deeds could be the foundations of a Universal Law’


he was not much of a...

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No man's too small to hoist a helping hand,
Nor any a deed too small if well-meant,
Nor a task too tough for a noble end,
Mind can if means can't make a mighty dent.

A journey of a daunting task off shore
Begins with but a single step forward,
‘Drop...

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The words are dark, sharp,vicious, viscous.
The images like bubbling, darkest jam,
With bubble like grim faces riding to the surface
Then bursting.
I am thirsting.Alternately with blood and bile,black.
I am a sad sack,
A pillow filled with rotten meat
For faceless men to hack.
My belly is like a Gourd, hard,
I...

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The way you give things in love's place,
The way your soul beckons with its sad face,
Knocks me out and makes me reel,
Replacing your heart with things I can feel.

I know it's well meant
And to you money well spent,
Investing in me 
Instead of in we.

You can't...

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Don't promise me or say things that you don't really mean
Don't say that you love me and then start to act obscene
Don't promise me a fairytale, and that I will be your Queen
Don't say it's forever then run off with some young teen

Never get...

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I should have said this on that fateful 9th of December
The year 2009 when your breath forsook the corporeal
And went to roam among the gay dancing stars;
And failure to say it has dealt my heart an incurable beal.

I know that late is better than never...

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How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls...

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