Long Good shape Poems

Here's the deal, folks...

   This is, as indicated, the 3rd THIRD of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts. 
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(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved...

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Contend with me while you can 
Contend with me and I will deliver the master plan
Contend with me and I will make you smile
We have been through worse than this
And we have always rise up...

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As morning glowed pale light over the town of Soup Creek,
Jenna woke with a start when she heard a floorboard squeak.
She raised her gun and took aim at a shadow near the door,
"Hold it right...

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Life 101 was taught to me in an old mansion in inner-city Chicago.                      ...

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"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King...

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This is a fun little story....
 
While in Germany.....with USARGE...I got an assignment....go to this city...we met four 
Special Forces Operatives and helped them get on the right train....that's all....and we did 
just that....fifteen mintues work...
 
Baby... We...

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This morning I found her gold shoes under your bed,
size 7'1/2,
They weren’t even in good shape,
all torn up around the heel,
I can just imagine her wearing them
in some slutty clothes flirting with you at the...

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Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over...

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my prayer for the world
am a part of humans 
living in a planet called earth 
we were once blessed
but now this blessing 
has turn curse 
the world no longer rotates 
in a good shape 
cos...

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"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet

We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.

I am...

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With trepidation, a card from the Seer's deck, she drew
In hopes she get some insight on what she should do
Decipher why she attracts men that are afraid to commit
Continue to work two jobs, if not,...

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Is Donald Trump a saint or a sinner? 

This question hangs
in bars and in corridors of power
This man, Trump, is habitually torn to shreds, by political editors representing the opposition, while some
people point out the...

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O’ Word

O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis 
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis veins
Like an unfertilized egg
With the traffic-jammed
In my polluted blood.
I Streep...

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When you said to me,
"Climb up here,  It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity, 
far gone...

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One of life’s treasures.

I have something whose “cash” value is of little concern
But its value to me is growing, this is something I learn.

I have a neat treasure. Tiffany is the name.
The halo ‘round her...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring trees, now fallen 
full blast down, geometrically down, 
right angle,...

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Didactic Food

I'm a hard  core foodie!
Come what may,
Down it goes my gullet!
Oh no! I don't gormandize,
It's just that-
Well, you may say-
My eyes can't stop feasting
And my right hand is not 
In control of the...

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Hank rested his boots on the railin' of the bunkhouse when day was done.
The pointy-toes of his scruffy boots framed the slowly settin' sun.
He leaned back in his rockin' chair, his hands embracin' the back...

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She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.

Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a...

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Do you ever wonder where Santa goes after Christmas?

When Christmas is finally over,
Do you wonder where Santa does go?
More important, should I tell you? 
As it is a secret, you know!
He goes to somewhere, it...

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Do you ever wonder where Santa goes after Christmas?

When Christmas is finally over, do you wonder where Santa does go?
More important, should I tell you?  As it is a secret, you know!
He goes to...

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PERHAPS HE’LL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
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PERHAPS HE’LL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
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Johnny walked the countryside, sowing apple seeds
A healthy fruit, doctors say everyone has daily needs
He succeeded in his mission across America's frontier
Along his chosen path, apple trees would soon appear

From early September until Autumn days...

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