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Best Poems Written by Mike Porter

Below are the all-time best Mike Porter poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Olive Tree

The greatest of all the trees 
if pressed would be the olive tree.
Surely, created by mother nature.
At a place where the Aegean Sea,
stretches out to meet the land of Crete.
Nature has bestowed upon her a majestic tree 
with a warm climate with rich fertile lands.
And crowned her with the sun.
And bathed her with the sea,
Nurturing the soul of the olive tree.
A wonderful gift to mankind and yet,
It was puzzling to his mind but over time,
He discovered the worth of the olive tree.

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My Lydia, My Lydia

My Lydia, my Lydia, 
You undoubtedly have contracted chlamydia.
During one of your sex-capades, 
In a beloved city, somewhere in Syria, or India, 
Or presumably from the talented guy, 
You willingly met at the cafeteria in Nigeria. 
maybe it was the Presbyterian at the meridian?
Oh My Lydia, my Lydia, you say its just trivia 
Remember Olivia from Bolivia contracted diphtheria. 
She customarily wore a bougainvillea in her hair. 
After every consensual affair, with eccentric millionaires
I saw her today she looked worn and in despair, 
Even though mature life was unfair, she still had a little flair. 
and wore a fragrant flower in her flowing hair.
My Lydia, my Lydia what's that, you say, you don’t care.

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The Successful Preacher

The successful preacher spoke with a pious tone 
very soothing to the ear. 
Great days are coming .
when all of mankind shall be peaceable and agreeable
and there shall be no more irredeemable souls. 

The church choir stood up and they began to sing like angels and beneath the choir you can hear the rustling of pockets and jingling of change, the snapping and unzipping of handbags, wallets and purses in a very pious tone soothing to the spirit of tithing.

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Tune of the Sea

Listen closely and quietly on this starry filled night 
and you can hear the sea waves. 
Beating against the beach in rhythmic time 
stirring up the pebbles on the sea floor 
to dance the jingle and the jangle to the tune of the sea.

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Yodeling Loons

A giant red moon appears. 
every twenty-seven years
during the month of June
Over blue lakes and shallow lagoons 
Over faithful flocks of yodeling loons 
Over the peaceful shores and white dunes
Across the Cameroons 
You can hear the tune of the yodeling loon. 
every twenty-seven years under the giant red moon.

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Spartans Immortal Warriors

Spartans courageous men standing, 
Shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield. 
Immortal warriors of the past 
With King Leonidas by their side 
A hero born for this day.
As proclaimed by the gods. 
With their shields burning fiercely with flames of fire. 
Reaching out to embrace the enemy, 
And their weapons honed on blood and bones. 
From eternal battles, hardening their hearts to stone.
Tempering their souls into cold steel.
Grinding their heels deeply into the ground.
Relentlessly united in defending their cultural ideals.
Or to die and be carried back to Sparta upon their shields. I demand a critic.

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100 Year Old Rosewood Door

That Hundred-year-old rosewood door,
Imported from Brazil and hung before the civil war,
according to the local folklore,
It was a magnificent reddish brown wooden door. 
That adorned the front of a liquor store.
An Old newspaper clipping humorously 
describes the terrific uproar.
And the gore when a hundred local women or more
stormed that liquor store they were unhinged 
when they ripped down that old rosewood door
After that day never more 
did that liquor store open its door

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He Commands All Things

The heavens open up and the lord's spirit. 
Came down from heaven 
Riding upon majestic clouds 
Of fiery lightning bolts that showered the church
with glowing trails of shooting stars and streaks of comets
He then commanded the glowing rings of Saturn. 
to come down anointing the sacred icons 
with brightly shining halos 
He then commanded the eternal flames of the sun. 
to come down and light the holy candles 
And he commanded the rocks from the sacred land. 
to rise up one upon the other establishing his sacred altar 
blessing us all.

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The Inspired Poem

The inspired poem by heart is a Creative Collaboration.
Of appropriate words. 
In specific combinations. 
Of creative thoughts, 
On an incredible journey. 
Like a faithful flock Of Canadian geese 
Flying in poetic harmony
with its quill's dipped in the cool breeze 
that quivers across the sheets.
who rises above the valleys and the peaks.

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Little Window On the Floor

I was up in a cold and dreary attic in a funeral parlor.
Looking down through a little window.
On the floor in the corner among the cobwebs,
As I cleared my eyes, I saw ebony caskets.
Circled around like wagons in the viewing room.
They all had beautifully mounted gold handles, 
and carved ivory rails of grapevines spiraling, 
around the caskets.
As I was Laying on my belly in the dreary attic, 
Looking through the window on the floor.
I saw strange shadows on the wall.
Going down the hall into an outside alley.
At that time I heard a knocking and a pounding. 
getting louder on the front door.
I jumped up and ran down the stairs through the hall.
The caskets were ripped apart into pieces all across the floor. 
That lead right to the front door and the gold 
and the ivory was no more.