Long Overfill Poems

the courage to be different to buck the status quo
to be a child and disciple of the God that we all know
I know what it's like to be young, I remember my childhood
I remember all...

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Jesus made a comment about where you treasure lie
should also be the place where your hearts resides
He did not equivocate nor did He mix up His words
He said exactly what He meant what He wanted...

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I'm sorry by the other girls' mistakes you now suffer deep-rooted PTSD
But please use a lifeline in your heart - and if I'm your last one - believe me
You're so observant, alert, and with accurate...

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Slitherimg slides the crossing sun
Reighning down into the abyss
Showering Nectar Kisses
Napalm psalms lisped
An atom bomb in the emperors palm
Mars at war with raw force
A Sacrificed ram
Victory admist strife
Virtue along a fine knife
Shocked we gaze back...

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Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
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Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest...

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Heartbroken
Don’t cry because love has flown away,
smile because you’ll love again someday.Quote - Poet’s own.

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Come my dear and sit awhile with me
beneath this comforting willow tree
Have a rest and let your mind be...

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The Portables

Baby boomer fourth grade,
We overfill Longfellow school.
Like coffee running over the cup brim.	
Caught in a saucer of portables,
Two garage like class rooms,
Like Siamese twins, joined at the middle.
Flanked by rows of single paned windows,	
That...

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House of spiders

My empty house, my soul is full of spiders,
No way to go for covering my empty day,
No will to overfill the ash of my reminders,
To see the thread of grass or bright my...

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I swallow my secrets,
sharp little shards of the bizarre
that would gossip of my weaknesses
if allowed to converse 
with the light.

One by one, 
they scratch along
a cervical bridge 
between my heart and mind

before being accumulated
in a...

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he Best Lifestyle You 
Could Ever Find!

Someone I knew believed
 he was most "fortunate."
By living the kind of life
 he called; "alternate."

He tried to talk me into "choosing:"
 this kind of life too.
I quoted him...

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In three days I'll be seventy, 
that's three score years and ten. 
I'll have had the promised lifetime
that the good book gives me then. 

I'll prepare to meet my maker
as I live on borrowed time
and...

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The Butterfly Flutters By



Butterfly flutters by and glorious time stands still
  life springs forth and joy leaps to overfill
A beauty sent to bring heavenly and great delight
  like the glory of moon and...

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THE      AIR-OCEAN’S     PLANKTON


Snow falls  like  icy ocean-plankton.  The air swarms  
With  their  immense unsullied nebulae  swirling  in waves,
Tiny...

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What e'er the fixins, I deem not
I always overfill the Pot
gone through so many, gadgets got
that one small puddle turns the lot!

I'd like to say I saved the rain
and sound outdoorsey, not complain
and saurkraut on...

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Cries are loud but it doesn't bother me,
Among it all is chaos and calamity.
You sit there arms crossed; jaw clenched tight,
Depression stains your face like stars stain the night.
Brutal words escape so innocently,
Hurting you just...

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When the day comes that the dead walk the earth,
because hell has had its overfill.

Only then will I consider taking you back,
but I’ll probably deny you still.

I will always love you,
and pray for the best...

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Now already we can boldly vomit out:
Nights spent at the bedside;
Late comings to the office;
 Birthday present money collected with a trembling hand;
Cards stuck in cash machines;
Cinema tickets;
Rubbish bins attached to electricity;
Contraceptives;
Invented love	
History oriented on...

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SCORES OF SORES AND SORRY POURS

ALL FILLED, BOTH UP AND OUT

TO BALANCE SCALES OF EMPTY PAGES

TIPPED FROM BOTTLED BOTTOMS END

POURED FROM MOUTH TO SPOUT.

TIMELESS AGES TALLIES MADE 

HALF EMPTY BY OUR FOOL

PAGES STAID AND TURNING...

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