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Best Poems Written by Stanley Dorsey

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One, Two, Step On My Shoe

(woman) You've missed the first and last day of memory, 
Absentminded completely.
(man)  Being lull is an instinct you'll never acquire.
(woman) Being what, never mind you can't remember.
(man) How can I forget what you've found. 
You're like an insect exploring every crevasse of my core.
(woman) The allure with you has gone dysfunctional, calling me a bug.
(man) Yeah that's right, dried flowers lack essence.
(woman) Me dry I am lustrous.
(man) Yeah ok
(woman) Lets stop this one, two step on my shoe game.
I'm still at awe whenever you're around.
(man) Ok I prefer you and you prefer me
Their is no ultimatum.

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Grave Situation

So drunk the child took two years to walk
Who could tell, how well you'd  think and talk?
Out of lust you were born 
Parallel thoughts of love, a mothers scorn.
Bound integrity held for shame, 
Mama, the child and with whos name
There was more to be had
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
That's just the way it is, even for kids

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Holiday Season

When, where and why did holidays begin?
I only say, may holidays never end.
Millions of dancing hearts every holiday season
Hearts with one notion, to be pleasing.
Through the clouds and the rain
Those hearts are all, one of the same.
Spreading happiness far and near
Stirring potions of joy in the air.
So whatever the reason
Keep the holiday season.

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Mission Impossible

it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must abtly resolve. Hear many cry God Save the King, iconoclastic remain and God save us all.

it is our allegiance to the world we interlope, enfranchised from the phlegm that strangles hope. How heavy are these portent gestures we bare? Our struggles will engender many to care. Those who resonate vying as something glorious,  do sway from that which is tantamount and decorous.

Acknowledge this morphology to unfold, brighten the efficacy from cold. Leave these words engraved posthumously in your mist and quail not though our time desists.

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Trust

How can I trust again?
Your corporal act to pretend.
I've weaved my recluse
Coddling my spirit away
Their is a hypocrite
I am prey.
Intertwined with survival and dilemma
My heart cries out, bless my mind
And be aware.
Speaking of you I'd rather swear.

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Secret Love

Engulfed with the chores of today and tomorrow
Can we ground our love through the sorrow? 
The world gives us much to consider, 
Will we remain passionate or will we wither? 
The winds of lust need not spin
Whatever the fantasy, love will win
And those pedestals we’ve built for each other, 
They’re not flaunting, but soothing and mellow.
We’re ecstatic about one specific claim
To capture the sun through every drop of rain
Lingering in romantic bliss
Giving the world its needed kiss
Transparent and complacent two can be
What a delicious recipe
As the morning dew rest upon the earth
We shared a blessed bond, perhaps from birth
Our love exceeds the borders of any spoken word
Through silence love is heard.

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True Economics

Economics will innately horde the conscience of us all. 
Does a statistician serf not to fall? 
Gauging the dawn they plod. 
Searching for that convivial moment within the sod. 
Gleefully giving homage to that eternal overcast. 
Those compulsive appetites, will not allow the indigestion to pass. 
A paradox does exist for the savant during these somber times. 
Crowned with apathy they do vista us being waned. 
Who is arid when the apex bends, or the deftest, for us to send? 
This is not an infinite condition to deride. 
Find that demagogue to gild the veil that hides. 
Who is endowed to bring about a boon? 
Must we be cynical, with sycophant tunes? 
Who can obliterate the self consciousness of this business? 
Will we be waxed, as if hereditary? 
The truth is troublesome, and few are merry.

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Fanning the Flame

There is a house divided in large and small corridors.
Rolling, whirling, raging flames pushing at every door.
Flames of the past and today caused sorrow
There is a fan blowing, pushing flames even at tomorrow.
It conjures up the buttress to empower the flames,
While deriding erring souls of rest from pain.
I've sequestered from these crazy times or 
Will I retrieve what's left behind.
Must this fan continue to turn?
War and peace, good and bad
A testament of life's struggle, we all have.
Flames of tyranny so severe, depicting
The past, future and everywhere.

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A Public Request

Hey Mr. Policeman let your mind loose, 
Praise the standards of our youth. 
You’re standing on the outside looking in
Rarely do you exchange anything
How did your blood turn to stone? 
Try relating to ease tensions grown
Hey Mr. Policeman time goes by
Our children need more than your skeptical eye
Sometimes a word brightens the day
Sometimes they need help along the way
Hey Mr. Policeman just standing there? 
Political zombies, sent too stare
Seemingly, socially and totally blind
A mind set only to fight crime.
Hey Mr. Policeman our communities and clubs
Survive beyond the drugs and thugs
So stop standing on the outside looking in
Try being a PAL, if you remember when.

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Lust and Love

I write upon lust and love
Though neither are easy, 
lust and love persist freely 
Two truths seen from above
One of lust, One of love
Running with impatience and clocking duration 
Lust and love in strife as we walk in shadows of doubt 
Fire and desire, greed in need
What can solidify everlasting? Our smile, our discourse 
Or other attractions. 
Lust and love be not blamed , our reasoning is humane.