Best Rim Poems

Where the water washes white surfs across
Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts
Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss
The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts
Find me there wandering the wailing shores
I am a new citizen with ancient desires still
Living...

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They would have all of our thoughts
align in eclipse of the truth
blot from our eyes cold tears
not shed at reasons death

No more the fiendish touch
of tempting speech
to challenge questions asked
and why

Nor does the hand of wonder
dare reach to touch
for fear it might enrage
the gods they...

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Secret Identity, covered face
and my thoughts begin to drain
I wander who the real Batman is
Is his name really Bruce Wayne?

His real ID kept secret
So we should recieve
All possibilities of who he could be,
Including ones we don't perceive

So now we have a Mystery
Let's put Batman on...

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I sit here at the candlelit table in a silent plead 
Nineteenth century red wine is not what I need 
For I do believe I am beginning to hallucinate
Which means all my senses start to dissipate

I could swear the waiter was in the form of...

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Perished in thought burn all things to ash    
Like those inspired by a shadows edge,  
But who is blessed in the miracle of life, the complexity of thought and dream  
Under the question from ones conscience; 
Strange it is when...

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The Lemon Wedge on the Rim of Your Glass

By Elton Camp

Exposure to germs isn’t always a blight
They make the immune system work right

In normal living, we get all that we need
But lemon wedges all good sense exceed

It’s quite likely that you are going to find
The...

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So you took your best shot,
but sadly it rimmed out
Rocket swish arc reached for the brightest star ... 
only to receive 
a missed blastoff launch tipoff  
Got time zone sent       head fake crash landing 
to the parquet floor...

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Perishes in time the meaning of our lives  
Instilling things from a darkness of shadow,  
But who did bless this miracle, the complexity of thought and dream  
Under the question from ones conscience; 
Strange it is when truth is breached  
By...

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forever we talk 
on the river of rim

cutting its banks
under 
smothered stars and
a muted moon
it gushes through
fallen giants

whose dead limbs 
gather homeless crows 
 waiting for the sun...
 ...for tomorrow 
for
someone

 kind 
enough
to care for crows
for starlings 
for all less than
pretty things
all unappreciated
unloved 
and misunderstood

even...

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My heart is a vessel of blessings that always spills over its rim.




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June 9, 2017
The Glass is Always Full
Sponsor: Alexis Y...

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The contest came on yesterday
to roll your rim again.
The time going into rolling them
from here to there and then.

To win a prize for certainty.
The odds at six to one.
Just knowing that I'm drinking all
to up until there's none.

The winners often coming back
to get their fill...

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If a star appears would be to much to ask it real

A dark side of red amber light shield of rusk

Darken the shade reflect of pain what is of ambition to strike

If telekinesis was real and chakra was more then energy what

Word 

Would be able...

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Has fallen into these two eyes,
The sky with all its stars;
Pour some water in the vodka,
Or the rim will get stained.

-Pin Dew (04/05/2017)...

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Senior citizens 
Crated in old people’s homes
Discarded denizens
Wrinkled forms

Pivotal during heyday
Generating national growth
Beyond payday
Bestowing cloth

On backs of offspring
Pouring sweat day and night
Zip in their gait and spring
Delight and sunlight

In hearts of extended families
Fountains of love and generosity
Inspiration for hallowed homilies
Wellspring of wisdom in the city

Senior...

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I'm going to get a new subject
or an old one back.
All my poems are about him anyway,
And my poetry group might like to 
see something light out of me.
		
So maybe we could fall in love again.
We could descend together once more into
the canyon from the...

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