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Best Poems Written by Chris Bowen

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Ottaman Strikes

sway armenian horde
your master,the ottaman
passes through your door


i wrote this to mark the anniversay of the ottaman/armenian war of 1915,today is the 
marked anniversary.i believe this would be the view of maybe a young,swaggering ottaman 
officer.

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Ottaman Waters

ottoman empire
soldier fight your fighting style
with knife,with flintlock

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Folding Forts

ottaman empire
armenian genocide
with pride,tradition

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A Small Haiku Book

how do they know that
the grass is always greener
on the other side?



if my head wasnt
screwed on i would forget where
i put it myself


whats so hard about
eating a vegatable?
of course,the wheelchair


my mom always said
theres no use crying over
spilled milk but who knows?


the advice was this
the early bird gets the worm
thats an incentive?


turn the other cheek
if somebody strikes at you
and get hit there too!!!


if you love something
set it free,if it comes back
you look great naked

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The St.Johns River Rafter

love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to 
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and 
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the 
mouth of an alligator.

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Blackbeard

the soul of the ship
was lost in the sea of hell
and was so blackbeard

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Babies Death

a baby dying
in his mother he finds death
no blue cloud,no dog

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Rome

socratese,plato
philosopher's of ancients
pre-religious ruse

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The Business of Jack the Ripper

the knife,as it cuts
spills guts,who share their secrets
living in someone

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Bloody England

feeling murderous
jack the ripper took his knife
and played a blood game