Long Do gooder 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...

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Out on the land of the Red Fox Farm
About 3 miles down, past the barn
There’s a girl sporting overalls and a ponytail
She’s headed to dream on her favorite hay bale
Climbing up on it ready to...

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Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?

Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A...

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he might have been a felon, a freak, a frizzle wiper or a fraud.
we did not know him actually said speaker, young judgmental Maude.
he had a look about him that made me clutch my purse.
she...

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Heroes Undone

We train men up to go to war. 
We train them to fight and kill,
the enemy. 
The people…
in foreign and domestic lands, 
that have no honor, 
and care not for law. 

We tell you...

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He said he would take care of me.
I am his younger third cousin, so I believed him.
He was an Elvis wanta-be.
I was fourteen, so I thought he was an always-was.
He did not look after me...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 12

Rule-bound hemmed-in nobody’s free in this world
Everybody must live in fear of the other
The civilized way calls for control steam-rolled

All through gestation trapped in lunging pubic mould
Squeezed out...

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I sat on the edge of the roof, studying the horizon
Waiting for the do-gooder, who makes me wretch
He will not be ho-ho-ho-ing after I get finished here.
I feel something protruding from my left incisor.
Remnants of...

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In the cab, upon the seat,
I spot an iPhone 5.
I hand it to the cabbie
Just as he begins to drive.

In minutes, it begins to ring.
An agitated voice
Says, “Bring the phones to my hotel,”
Not giving any...

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A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk

Dressed himself in a red...

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I would like to take this opportunity
to thank a few members of the Poetry Soup community,
for their offer to help me pay a debt I didn't deserve to receive,
thanks to a group of do gooder...

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"Without Within"

It just takes one over-zealous do-gooder 
to set the dominos of destruction on a roll
and the war begins 

without within
within without

heaven was trampled that day
the kangaroo court had its way 
and all dreams were...

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Effort may be a true sign of devotion.

It comes, most beautifully, in the altruism
of little gestures
unconscious
yet loving...

sometimes it is forced, as in a smile,
when the last thing we want to do
is bare our teeth
behind upturned...

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