Best Dry Out Poems

The old ones talk 
of a mythical creature
that dwells behind the grey curtain.
They call it “sun”
and speak of it as if
they had seen it
with their...

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Something so profound,
Something you won't expect,
When she takes you be the hand,
Your heart she will infect,

Take me to the funeral,
I'll watch my heart buried alive,
I'll...

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Curse you! Oh! The river of time,
Why should you be so cruel
And embarrass your beautiful chime?
Why should you bring her carriage,
To ruin the song of...

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I built a platform between my house and the fence to dry out my pecans.
A squirrel stole some of my pecans and showed no remorse...

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I chased the lightning across the dark
felt the thunder where the demons are parked
stood in the rain to let it cleanse
saw my soul through a...

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              The Rainbow Poetic Soul
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Nowhere Else To Go

Welcome to Israel: Land of Hope.1
(The land of Zion and Jerusalem.)2
Where prophets walked and prophesied,
For their God, our God:
The God of Abraham,...

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The Pain of Drought

By

Kevin L Fairbrother



The road trains full of emancipated cattle roar by

Heading south to somewhere that is lush and green

For the big dry...

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When I thought love was dead,
God sent me you.

God showed me
that he wanted to be happy.

God sent me you.
God sent me a great person.

I want...

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Like a flower you are
Mixed Beauty with generous attar
Flowers progression from year to year
Phenomenal that should be revealed

Some will be picked from the fields
That loved...

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Joke was on him

A lie can perpetuate with a blinding speed
Growing on the heels of shameful greed
If enough people believe a con-man's spiel
And blindly proceed...

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The land is flooded
rain that never stops
houses lay abandoned
water running through

Still the rain comes
relentless, incessant
roads are impassable
villages cut off

Army busy building
defences that are
all too soon...

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Rose
Poem

Roses are sweet, but not petit,

They never dry out, as they fly in,

Precious for the house of those, who are good,

Pleasing for the house of...

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I once had everything 
too much in fact 
confidence surging
until it told me that
I was wiser than the miser 
so I thought to be so
the...

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I pegged them out on my clothes line,
   Like puppets on a string.
   Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
 ...

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