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Below are the all-time best Put Gene poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Golden Cup

there he sat, still an Restless
under the muddy light post
on the Slimy, Cruel hill

the Dust blew in a daze
and Mud spat in his face
the Rain began.

there he watched his home Bury away
his mother, father, sister, and son
fly deep into the waves

the Fog sat in, and sat thick
while the Wind roared in wheezing and pushing
the rain kept on

then came a rich, beautiful man
bearing a clean red cross on his chest
his smile sympathetic, but reason hollow

Depression crept in, slow and quiet
picked a spot and was made comfortable
the Rain crashed hard

but there, behind the clean blond hair
over the mud, and past the dirt
a smooth, white cloud beckoned.

his heart, blackened and crushed.
the Rain, deep and dark inside, had Stopped.

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Motion of Mercy

It’s tied to her hand
With no dignity or pride, stuck, like a brass band

Day and night it gazes wistfully at the stars
Wanting to visit them and be healed of its dark scars

But no, never, never. The girl won’t set it free
But keeps it veiled behind the impossibility of dreams and hope of jubillee
 
It doesn’t complain.
It just tousles and smiles and twirls under the wet rain.

Never. The girl just sits, glum and depressed
The rain falling hard giving her no rest

From the disheveled nagging 
And tugging at her heart, dragging and lagging

Never, never. She loves it too dearly
They’re friends, forever, until eternity. Never. She stated it so clearly

It doesn’t complain.
Just nobly dances under the everlasting downpour of rain. 

Until one day the girl looks up and sets it
free; never to forget their inexplicable perfect fit

The balloon swims higher and higher
Reveling up and up out of the mire

Now the girl sits, free, done. Completely done
With her lumbering work as she glides through the imaginary sun

She sits and smiles
Elated, though the world continues around her, dark and wild

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Whispers

No matter how big the sore 
My heart will only open to me;
And will always stay closed as before 

I dare not even pour 
My heart with a lonely bee;
No matter how big the sore.

People yearn to explore
It and give me many a plea
But it stays closed as before

My heart swore
Not to open to thee
No matter how big the sore

It has split in a war,
To an unfixable degree
But refuses to open as before

Now I ignore
My heart and give you the key
No matter how big the sore
As I’ve never done before

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Lyrics of Wonder

Dou dou kla fla bam bam hit. Troo floo blew blew bubble bubble bubble pop.
ladder ladder ladder. step step up.
wonder wonder wonder; boom boom pit,
what lies down and what lies up-
what can we know until we try,
Goo ha goo ja jibber jibber jish.
ladder ladder ladder. step step now.

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Spark Through the Sunset

Her feet dangled down
Above the mud
Her body safe, sitting on the stone wall,
Waiting

She knew her daddy was going to come
He never said he would,
But she knew, she believed
And so she waited, knowingly

The sun set and rose
And still he had not come.
The birds flew across the muddy sky
But still she believed

There were no ifs
No hesitation
Whatever happened would be for the better.
And so she waited

Smiling under the dreary day
And singing with the tumble of the rain
He would come
She simply had to wait.

As the sun rose once more
Above the foggy ground
Exhausted and weak,
She heard a whistle, low and sweet

At this she jumped 
And ran, smiling and laughing
Through the mud and muck
Not minding the dirt 
the dusty air that whizzed by

There, then she ran into the arms 
That waited for the right day to show up
Watching her waiting
Day and night

The arms that hugged her tight
Full of love and mercy
He kissed her gently on her head.
And began to walk her home

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Into Troubled Seas Onto Waving Shores

Stage one: Sparkle in the Dark 

A tiny kiss, 
A tiny box

A little boy
A little rag, a little cold

An empty heart
An empty echo

A pretty girl
A pretty nothing, a pretty shiver

The wonder	
The marvel

And the waves call
And the mist flies

Come, come
Little fiddle, pretty follower

And they hold hands 
And they jump in

Stage two: The Walk 

The waves roar
The mist sings

A growing kiss
A growing warmth, a growing pain

The little boy walks on
The water washes over

A shrinking heart
A shrinking doubt, a shrinking cold

The little girl leans on
The little leader walks on

Stage three: Lasting Heal

The pain is gone
The waves bristle

The little boy 
With the tiny box

The little girl
With an empty heart

He walks to shore
And holds the box
Small and sweet

She follows
And looks up
Curious and trusting

He takes the box
With the growing kiss
And places it in her heart
 

She looks up
Smiles.

He looks up
Smiles.

The new path begins
Hand in hand
One in one

A little box
A little kiss

An empty heart
An empty echo

Now, a filled box
In an trusting heart
Now, a sweet kiss
In a singing wave