Best Map Out Poems

With intent:
         You search “Beyond the Surface” of my existence
  desiring to know all that is me (to completely connect)
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The mighty roar of the King of the
Bush at the crack of dawn,
Its majestic sound, being the first
Thing you hear, as you yawn,
And the laugh of the sly hunch backed
Hyena, as it creeps, slouched
Close to the fence,
Behind it many other savage animals
In a veld so...

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Would you enter my world?
If you imagine you could
You can spelunk the caverns
You might map out the woods

Allow my spirit to guide you 
I’ll describe what it means
As you peer through my eyes
At the silvered hoped streams

Traverse the valley edge 
While you taste the summers...

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Collaboration with David Kavanagh 

Regret fuses form which echoes perception
Handcuff to water as sought submerged reflection
Anti duplicitous from own point of view
Rejection offends but that says more about you

Transformation on edge, background statuesque
Self absorbed in pool, bilocation grotesque
Feet disappear, as sacrificial bait
The real catch lies...

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his fingers map out 
subtle areas all over-- 
my belly button 
no exception, impious 
outlines, his goal to stir me…


*another "challenge"
from Missy Nikko* 
:)  


11/04/2011...

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Heard this before? “Life is what you make it”

So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel

We are the ones that map out our course

The winds of life are not always in our favour

But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying

Than always...

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No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have...

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Each generation plants a tree
The next one enjoys the shade
Seeds we plant in young people's minds
Are engraved and will never fade

So choose your path very carefully
They're watching your every step
You might think they're too distracted
Or they think you're old and inept

They're always watching how you...

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Each generation plants a tree
The next one enjoys the shade
Seeds we plant in young people's minds
Are engraved and will never fade

So choose your path very carefully
They're watching your every step
You might think they're too distracted
Or they think you're old and inept

They're always watching how you...

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I'm different.
And, its okay for me,
to be who I am,
to accept Danita Michelle,
with vigor, with verve.
And, to find joy in serving,
WHO I serve.
It sometimes takes a little courage,
and it may take a little nerve.
But, with HIM, I can handle it!
And, those who don't like it,
can...

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54 percent may seem like just a number,
A number that means nothing.
54 percent of girls think that what they look like defines who they are.
That being skinny will get you far.
The perfect hair and the perfect smile.
Hiding behind masks of insecurity.
54 percent of girl believe...

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Rare are those among us 
who gain wisdom without errors,

       without overstepping a line 
       we are not allowed to go beyond,

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Ask the morning that birthed Wise
He will tell he does not know
Ask him soaps and water that bathed his arts
He will still tell he does not know
  
Ask him the physical strength of man
He will tell is better in stadium
Ask him the spiritual strength...

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The air is so crisp on a cold spring morning
The ice cracks and crumbles in frozen puddles without warning.
Just a scant childhood memory locked into time,
And it is cherished forever, selfishly coverted as mine.

The bicycle wheels endless motion as it winds through the park.
Don't worry...

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Two score and a decade have past
It's time to be reflective
To take account of all I've done
And put it in perspective

All my wild oats are sown
The grain is in the bin
Sometimes I wish I had a way
To show just where I've been

I map out my...

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