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Below are the all-time best Trapper Jones poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Oblivion awaits

Victory seemed so close
An accomplishment to boast
We once dreamed against our woes
Now we raise a final toast

To all of our friends lost
Fighting for what we already won
However we paid the worst cost
Losing the war that was already done

We once left the kingdom
By tossing our supply of tea
Now we search for freedom
By removing liberty

We once headed west
We tried to expand
Now we find it a hopeless quest
For we have taken all the land

We have lied
And we have wailed
We have tried
And we have failed

If that is what we’re apart of
If that is what it takes
If Lady Liberty falls upon the dove
Then oblivion awaits

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Mother nature’s seat

Tree standing high and tall
Once was short and small
Branches reaching up to the sky
Swaying in the wind’s gentle sigh
Roots digging far and deep
Still with life they sweetly keep
Leaves here but once was gone
Which they crunch a gentle song
Songbird singing in the sun
Bringing peace and simple fun
Grass growing gentle green
Giving comfort with blades so keen
Flowers popping from down under
Beautiful colors bringing wonder
Cloud floating high up above
Carrying nature’s growth and love
Here sits the mother oh so fair
Why is it that this is now so rare

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Gain

How do I say this?
I admit it’s very very hard
How to describe how I’m so happily marred

You make me feel trapped
Deep inside of me
Yet I don’t want to be set free

You make me feel anxious
Confused and nervous
Yet it all seems worth the fuss

Put simply, curse you
Why do you do this to me
Making me your one fee

But I feel it’s all worth it
For this pure stain
If it’s you I gain

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Sporadic Nothings

Annoying brother can't drop explaining,
Fun game helpfully inspiring jokes,
King lends more notice offering people questions,
Reality sets truth,
Understanding varies,
Waning xiz,
Yielding zilch.

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Leaf

Ah! There it breaks
On the ground soiled
Abandoned

Foolish foot tearing that unmissed
Not knowing the destruction
Lost

Once it lived up above
Now fallen down
Gone

Before it had a purpose
A bringer of life
Fallen

There in silent death
Now crippled
Free

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Forgive me

Twas on a night of December
The 25th, I do remember
When a young man knelt inside his house

Alcoholic drink, down his throat spent 
It was easy for me to know where his thoughts went
For here he told his secrets deep

Here he cried about wife and children lost
About his heart, a bitter chunk of frost
About his friends who now shun him

About his car which he did wreak
Which his insurance did not give a speck
And his house which was in shambles

Here he yelled, to God, to anyone could hear him
To anyone and anything he’s seen on film
To everyone who has existed, even those dead

But most of all he cried to me
I, Death, he did not want to flee
But he was not on my list

Now this you must understand
I would not have stopped here without some demand
For I was not due at his door

Some people to death do crawl
Especially after some big fall
But he merely needed one small push

So I knelt by his form
And soothed his raging storm
With a hug given, both real and felt

Here I had awakened the fire bright
I returned in him his desperate fight
And melted his icy heart

His heart, though still sore
Prompted his thanks to implore
To those forces to him unknown

While his soul I will one day keep
Right then only two words did I reap
The two words “forgive me”

And the “please” didn’t hurt

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The Storm Comes at Midnight

The storm comes at midnight
It will be quite a sight if I’m right
Preceding it barely a sight will make many angry and scared
The sight could be anything
…
Ha! Yes, even to those prepared
… You seem confused, let me explain
Lightning will flash in the sky
Which likely will be the revealing of a terrible lie
But truly it will all start with a single voice
Then everyone will have a choice
With the crack of thunder
Every person will choose which side to try to drive asunder
…
Hmm?
…
Now you see I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot
I know being saved will not be bought
You see in an ironic way it is kind funny
What’s coming will be beyond money
…
Ah yes! I’m glad you asked
After the horrible thundering
Worse will come
The storm will hit
As broiling black clouds roll over
Rain will strike the faces already damp
As the angry clouds weep in furious pity
Ribbons of red will wave in every city
… Do you fear?
…
I’m dearly sorry
But here comes a worse part
See the beginning was merely an inevitable start
In comes more lightning and thunder
Each striking with sorry fury
No one away will scurry
…
Because they don’t want to
…
(Sad sigh) Yes… yes… we are all just sorry little fools
…
Ask me more than just “Why?” Elaborate
…
Ah, yes
See the lightning is the light to see
But the thunder is the response
Funnily enough the reveal is destruction’s key
The light does nothing but begins what will come
…
Yes this is the storm
You might wonder how could this have so much damage
Surely the world isn’t in such an unprepared form?
Fools!
Not just you! Look around! Why is it you think we’re so perfectly steady?!?
Not only are we ready with no preparation
It’s been that way so long I can see the clouds already!
Dusk is already past!
Midnight is just an hour off!
…
What?
…
Is it too late?
… No
No it is not
So what are you going to do?
Or, more importantly, is it worth saving?

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Wandering wondering

Once as outlook seemed demeaning
I pondered life’s varied meaning
Only one thing I wished to be gleaning
The simple answer of why

I was near full to bursting a seam
Then as if by heavenly beam
The answer was great to a dream
One that made me feel as if to fly

See, as I wandered the day
There on the road lay
Some sort of fey
Whose life came to a stop

My mind seemed to tarry
And though understanding may vary
I think it’s kinda scary
That even a fey can flop

This answer a divine source must have sent
That from above must have lent
A sight of a precious life callously rent
An oh so powerful truth

Now some might consider this a creation of the mind
For me this is how I the excellent answer find
In truth the answer isn’t always oddly signed
The truth is actually oh so common

The fact is that great and small
The most precious is lost to the call
None are immune from passing that wall
Why worry about death even when life is freshest?

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Grief of the Bard

After the end of all the loudest times
A poet breathed in yet another breath
Finally prepared to present his rhymes
About love and hate, even life and death
Prepared to give stories with falls and climbs
To tell the tale of Mark, Calvin, and Seth
Many more indeed was planned to be told
Every story worth more indeed than gold

He went out giving stories from his lips
He told and put people in raptured spell
His normal words seemed to do tricks and flips
He gave stories from his deep inner well
He proclaimed heroics and he bowed dips
He did that until his endless joy fell
His great morale and hope not even spared
For behold not even one person cared

He begged and begged to those listeners dull
Each of those precious tales he tried to give
He tried, tried, to make those people’s lives full
They may have survived but refused to live
So the bard was forced to not save their souls
Each soul silent as under sedative
So, sorry to leave the hopeless, he left
Left unable to share those works so deft

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Death

Hello Death
I’m not here to meet you yet
The time I hope is not yet set
I only have some questions for you
When you give your cold embrace
Is it for those who fear your face
Why do you hug
When you kill with drug
Do you enjoy pain
Are you even sane
Do you even look upon those faces that cloths are lain
Or is it sorrow that you feel
By the body’s do you kneel
As their souls you silently steal
They say you are grim
Do your emotions numb as life you skim
As the plant of life you trim?
They say a scythe you wield
But a scythe is supposed to be in a field
As humans use a scythe to save lives with food
Do you save lives with your grim mood?
By collecting those whose time is come
Do you save the others who need not be numb
But do people even see you right
They never have beheld your sight
You are said to be a grim reaper
But are you really just a loving keeper
Is death really bad
Should we be even sad
Or should we be glad
Because our friends and family will feel peace
For their troubles you cease
Instead of a cold embrace
Which we always want more space
Are you just loving and snug
Where we don’t feel sorrow’s tug
Oh Death
You probably don’t care to share
These answers of whether you are fair
But just know I want you to let me live my full
Then you can take my soul
When you do slay me then
Let it be around family and friend
Please don’t have them cry
When I die
But let them sigh
For I lived a good life
Let me have ended all my strife
Have them laugh in joy
For when they are ready come to me
Together we will see