Best Prearranged Poems

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Imagine waking up and everything has changed.
No free will, your entire life prearranged.
Being told where to go and what you can do.
All aspects controlled, even your view.

No more crime and no need for law.
A life without love, no ma and no pa.
Imagine this gift suddenly...

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Splatter painted, Pollock blessed, leggy I stand,
among the green grass and healing Plantain
in a kaleidoscope of color panned.

A walking canvas in the meadowland
stems, humorously stippled to entertain  
splatter painted, Pollock blessed; leggy I stand.

Blush brushed by daylight, a cheeky garland; 
a stand bloomed within...

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I still recall my earliest of dreams
Those summer afternoons spent in the shade
A grass stained T-shirt, old cut off blue jeans
A pickle jar filled with cold lemonade

I never once believed they would come true
I guess that you might say those dreams were free
The reason why...

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I write each poem in each moment

Not knowing where each word will lead,

I focus on my present awareness

And sometimes the words they bleed from me,

I do not sit down to write at prearranged times

My poems happen spontaneously,

I write them in each unique moment

As the thoughts...

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Ode To ‘Mother’ Creator ©
Not only is it a marvelous happen chance in being able to have ‘shares’ in Mother Nature’s flora creations 'first hand'---
But, we are then granted to sit before her, these ‘set tables’….
She, as our ‘hostess’ serves ‘up’ an endless canvasing ‘kaleidoscope’...

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In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans.

One day he and seven other prisoners were brought out of their makeshift cells to...

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The room will be cold, but all that will change
These rumors I'm told are all prearranged

If the Doc asks you to cough, explain the female race
If he says "Your kidneys got rocks" keep a straight face

If he's younger than you don't be amazed
Their people too,...

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Many years ago I lost a friend...
 memories of her will never end !
All the times we spent together
are now etched in my mind forever !

It wasn't perfect all the time...
yet our relationship was prime !
Mother and daughter through the years,
wiping away each other's tears...

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Sometimes we draw,
 the card from the deck, 
a pain in de rissole, 
painful as heck,
 fate fakes the magic, 
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
 ironic the tune,
 till we do our time in the sack, 
no escape no going back, 
till we escape...

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A person’s life is in varying shades of change.
However, at times the plans are not prearranged.
Sometimes our journey seems to have lots of mistakes,
Even when you know in life there are no retakes.

At times a life can get stuck in unfamiliar limbo,
With a heart so...

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As eventide awakens
Under our bower I lay
My pulse begins to quicken
The world vanishes away

As you slip into my dream tonight
Like a prearranged rendezvous
A sweet illusion to fill my sight
I close my eyes, it all comes true

To taste your lips is ecstasy
All worries are left behind
In...

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When she first saw him walking like a God down to the lake
she knew it was the last free breath that she would ever take.

Right then and there she knew it, her world forever changed.
Her life took on new meaning as if all was prearranged.

She...

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An animalistic painting in a cave can be considered as magnificent as a fortified wine kneeling in a chapel. Chapels cheer chariots. Charging. And the baked shrapnel recedes from many a bridge. Sing then you field of mice. Ministerial movements make money. And la la...

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No one yet knows my new calling
Now that my profile has changed, 
I reside in a cemetery
A settlement prearranged.

Once upon a time long ago
People sent their post through me, 
My job was that of a mailman
Carrying mails was sheer glee.

The times have changed so I...

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This is a story about a man
who deepsea-dived to another land.
Where forests of kelp grow so high
they can almost glimpse the blue of the sky.

Where darting fish play in a waterfall,
the man followed a sea nymph's call.
She was an octopus, he was a man,
this meeting...

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