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Darkness loomed above, My spirit soared swiftly, Overcome, I drifted to sleep; Awoken by an angel so profound, Standing silently in my doorway, The son returned from distant lands. Face-to-face, we reconciled, Our painful, vast divide finally closed. And I, restored, was lifted high, Touched by a heavenly presence, I sighed.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
darkness loomed
15 seconds in the OK corral That’ll do wonders to improve the morale Bronco Billy love to ride wild fillies His first ride he had the Willie Nillies He named her Tilly, she was wild and free Was it possible could it be? He had to see Billy had to catch and tame this beautiful dame His achievements gave him his proud name Until the day he realized he met his match Wrangling Tilly Billy dealt with a rough patch Tilly reared back and forth and gave him a ride. Billy fell off the horse, but took it in stride. In the hospital with black and blue bruised pride Newfound respect Billy stayed by Tilly’s side He remembers the lesson of the wild ride He was too cocky for his own good, He had a show in front of the neighborhood Knocked down a peg or two animal respect grew Old age gets us all we don’t get to choose to call Lessons learned give new Cowboys their turn Bronco Billy no longer sows his wild oats He teaches children how to ride their first goat their head high with a smile a mile wide Anything worse doing do it with pride? Bootlegged Bronco Billy had his last riding GoldBuckle belt he took the change in stride Billy stays on the ground with the rodeo clown their clown face painted for a night on the town you’ll never catch Bronco Billy wearing a frown. He was a celebrated Hero the BEST in town Now Rodeo in town country folk gather around Ribbons to be won for the old and young Quilts candles crafts are all honored traditions Youth 4H program with parents permission Weekends kids take a goat home yes often We are searching for the goat that ROAMS A quilt can last 100 years with perfection If an error made expert eyes detection Under the eyes of scrutiny without objection Footnotes I’ve won First Place ,Blue Ribbons several years for my original designs, decorative throws and Afghans ALSO chili cook-off Wimpy chili. My chili a combination between traditional chili and con Carne. Simple ingredients wins every time. It’s more than just a ribbon. It’s vindication. You’ve mastered a craft and Yes bragging rights. This poem is based on true events This type of poem is called a SESTINA (6) six line stanza 36 lines Plus an ENVOY a three line ending 39 lines Inspired Songs 1) A horse with no name By America 1971 2) Wild horses, 1975 By The Rolling Stones 3) All the pretty little horses,( nursery rhyme) lullaby from 1819 many renditions through the years. The rendition Eye May 14, 2019.YouTube This is a video with words and beautiful horse scenery greenery, wild horses By SuzyBoggus
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
Bronco Billy And Rodeo Week
15 seconds in the OK corral That’ll do wonders to improve the morale Bronco Billy love to ride wild fillies His first ride he had the Willie Nillies He named her Tilly, she was wild and free Was it possible could it be? He had to see Billy had to catch and tame this beautiful dame His achievements gave him his proud name Until the day he realized he met his match Wrangling Tilly Billy dealt with a rough patch Tilly reared back and forth and gave him a ride. Billy fell off the horse, but took it in stride. In the hospital with black and blue bruised pride Newfound respect Billy stayed by Tilly’s side He remembers the lesson of the wild ride He was too cocky for his own good, He had a show in front of the neighborhood Knocked down a peg or two animal respect grew Old age gets us all we don’t get to choose to call Lessons learned give new Cowboys their turn Bronco Billy no longer sows his wild oats He teaches children how to ride their first goat their head high with a smile a mile wide Anything worse doing do it with pride? Bootlegged Bronco Billy had his last riding GoldBuckle belt he took the change in stride Billy stays on the ground with the rodeo clown their clown face painted for a night on the town you’ll never catch Bronco Billy wearing a frown. He was a celebrated Hero the BEST in town Now Rodeo in town country folk gather around Ribbons to be won for the old and young Quilts candles crafts are all honored traditions Youth 4H program with parents permission Weekends kids take a goat home yes often We are searching for the goat that ROAMS A quilt can last 100 years with perfection If an error made expert eyes detection Under the eyes of scrutiny without objection Footnotes I’ve won First Place ,Blue Ribbons several years for my original designs, decorative throws and Afghans ALSO chili cook-off Wimpy chili. My chili a combination between traditional chili and con Carne. Simple ingredients wins every time. It’s more than just a ribbon. It’s vindication. You’ve mastered a craft and Yes bragging rights. This poem is based on true events This type of poem is called a SESTINA (6) six line stanza 36 lines Plus an ENVOY a three line ending 39 lines Inspired Songs 1) A horse with no name By America 1971 2) Wild horses, 1975 By The Rolling Stones 3) All the pretty little horses,( nursery rhyme) lullaby from 1819 many renditions through the years. The rendition Eye May 14, 2019.YouTube This is a video with words and beautiful horse scenery greenery, wild horses By SuzyBoggus
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The desire to have our poem in the hierarchy of the covenant first second and third spots Ultimately, the top five for the month and To rain Supreme the best poem of the year A lofty goal all accolades voted by your peers Achieving success is eupeptic The shadow of your last win is where Trepidation begins. Wanting to do it again, Wanting more When is it enough? Competition does not germinate commodity Growing resentment divides in different ways It starts off innocent yet bubbles festering inside A little friendly competition never hurt anyone But Do you give sparkles to your opponents? Knowing that would put them ahead of you? It’s different if you don’t have steak in the game However, you must CHOOSE who to help WIN It hurts Watching some of your best work Crash and Burn near the bottom of the board head held high chipped OFF my shoulder Start again, I don’t write for the masses or do I Dichotomy My fellow poets, I call friends Green with envy licking wounds.mind turning It sticks in my craw Who and Why do I write Second-guessing my ability as a poet is hard I know I’m not the only one that feels this way Knocks me down a peg or two arrogant pride Wild ride Difficult to accept Bruised EGO in tact I eat humble pie why do I put myself through it? It’s principles I write subjects that are taboo Perhaps rather harsh if you really knew When you’re reading it,it’s also reading you I have a conviction Certain poems had to be said Comment “you’re very brave saying it out loud” I never gave any thought I just wrote it. Sentiment out in the open, my Guff no longer full First, I have to set my priorities in order The strategy of winning a work of art This poem is a Sestina (6) six line stanzas 36 lines Plus a three line envoy Total poem 39 lines Footnotes In College the use of idioms Faux paws were not acceptable poetry and look upon as bad form. However these seem so apropos I couldn’t resist the little twist to make a point. Since we believe in anything goes, I decided to break the rule.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
Sparkle Sparkle , Little Star How Necessary you are
The desire to have our poem in the hierarchy of the covenant first second and third spots Ultimately, the top five for the month and To rain Supreme the best poem of the year A lofty goal all accolades voted by your peers Achieving success is eupeptic The shadow of your last win is where Trepidation begins. Wanting to do it again, Wanting more When is it enough? Competition does not germinate commodity Growing resentment divides in different ways It starts off innocent yet bubbles festering inside A little friendly competition never hurt anyone But Do you give sparkles to your opponents? Knowing that would put them ahead of you? It’s different if you don’t have steak in the game However, you must CHOOSE who to help WIN It hurts Watching some of your best work Crash and Burn near the bottom of the board head held high chipped OFF my shoulder Start again, I don’t write for the masses or do I Dichotomy My fellow poets, I call friends Green with envy licking wounds.mind turning It sticks in my craw Who and Why do I write Second-guessing my ability as a poet is hard I know I’m not the only one that feels this way Knocks me down a peg or two arrogant pride Wild ride Difficult to accept Bruised EGO in tact I eat humble pie why do I put myself through it? It’s principles I write subjects that are taboo Perhaps rather harsh if you really knew When you’re reading it,it’s also reading you I have a conviction Certain poems had to be said Comment “you’re very brave saying it out loud” I never gave any thought I just wrote it. Sentiment out in the open, my Guff no longer full First, I have to set my priorities in order The strategy of winning a work of art This poem is a Sestina (6) six line stanzas 36 lines Plus a three line envoy Total poem 39 lines Footnotes In College the use of idioms Faux paws were not acceptable poetry and look upon as bad form. However these seem so apropos I couldn’t resist the little twist to make a point. Since we believe in anything goes, I decided to break the rule.
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Inheritance By virtue of Birth Whoever said life Is fair You’re not Entitled To anything Unless It is given To you Whoever said Life Is fair Millennial children Fists in the air It’s not fair At the top of their lungs, they scream Life is not what it seems Rapacity acquisitiveness greed Cheeky buggers succeed Reparation until you bleed I’ll take what is yours I don’t care I’ll stand tall I’ll watch your fall I want IT ALL I want your land What’s in your hand Mountains ocean grains of sand Why because I belong What’s wrong is right? What’s right is wrong? Whoever said Life Is fair I can protest everywhere With one tweet Block the streets A city in decline admits defeat Loot pillage plunder No wonder No one fights back Human locus descend Bourgeoisie stores condemned Relocate higher prices transcend Beg Barrow Steal I’m not making a deal We’ll take it by force, of course Whoever said Life Is fair It’s a cold cruel world out there Desensitized humanized no one cares Humanity compassionless, blank stairs
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:48 PM UTC
Entitlement
I thought it was just me against you                                                               I  found out that that wasn't true                                                              I  heard you've been gathering up the troops                                 that's  what a guilty party would do                                                                I  think I'll stand on my own, Thank You                                                           I  don't  have anything  to  prove                                                              You  must feel threatened by me                                                                   I  shake your sense of false security                                                             You  have to talk **** to everybody                                                          while  I stand back cool and calmly                                                                You  think that you have me scared                                                             but  to do that I would have to care                                                       You  think you have shown me how strong you can be                                                                                                               but  instead you've shown me you're cowardly
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
The Guilty Party's Playbook
I thought it was just me against you                                                               I  found out that that wasn't true                                                              I  heard you've been gathering up the troops                                 that's  what a guilty party would do                                                                I  think I'll stand on my own, Thank You                                                           I  don't  have anything  to  prove                                                              You  must feel threatened by me                                                                   I  shake your sense of false security                                                             You  have to talk **** to everybody                                                          while  I stand back cool and calmly                                                                You  think that you have me scared                                                             but  to do that I would have to care                                                       You  think you have shown me how strong you can be                                                                                                               but  instead you've shown me you're cowardly
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Standing at the edge of the room, flashing your eyes to every inch, you wait in silence. You whisper the secrets one desire;— You make them go blind; Bind to you;— Till none is left in them. Do you hunger sorrow, joy for a reason?
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
Ode to the Mirror of Erised
‘It’s not fair’ A petulant cry Familiar echoes of hopelessness “Life’s not fair, Lex. but I didn’t birth a failure. You’re gonna win. No. matter. what.” Some start ahead — born on better tracks — but that doesn’t mean you can’t outrun them. You just gotta try a little harder and you’ll get there… ‘Faster, yes, faster’ ‘Nearly-‘ You might have to step on a few toes to pass the others but one day, I know, you’ll reach them, The People at the top. “But I don’t wanna hurt others Mama” “Sometimes baby, that’s what winning takes” “I’m sorry Lex” Our start lines aren’t equal, some are in different races But Lex, you’re going to win.
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Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
Fair?
does love conquer all? it’s a funny notion – for all it ever taught me was defeat: defeat so debilitating, it borders on cruelty; cruelty so brazen, it borders on psychopathic; it makes you feel like a man, as it grips you by the ***** makes you feel like a pig, while it humours your piety. given a chance, it would split you in half: one half – pulling punches; the other half – paralyzed by reproach; you want to kick love in the teeth; you want to love love with all your heart; you want to do both – and not lose your mind   at the same time. you want to choke love’s throbbing throat and watch it gag on your undying passion; and when the war is over, you’re left wondering – ‘was it even a fair figh—                           — oh, right… that was never in the picture.’   so, i guess – love does conquer all: all that you are, all that you’ll ever be, and all that’s left of you.
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Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
love and war
With the passing of the years The good disappears Take inventory, What's left for me? Only nightmares and fears Lies for the heart, mind and ears Wasted light-years A husk of a man appears Drained from fighting through iron bars and chains with nothing but tears The blind leading the blind While the blind steers Grinding through all the gears With the numbing effect of false help from **** and beers A deluge of judgment from peers The worst kind of souvenirs And yet still my heart peers Looking for new frontiers Maybe after the glue adheres From past repairs But I'm racing an end that nears ©2024
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 4:07 AM UTC
~•§•~ Inventory ~•§•~
Don't tell me that's it, That vague speck over yonder A classic rabbit food metaphor, Dangling in my line of sight forever A couple clicks past my ability to care And six feet beneath every single nightmare I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair And headed nowhere It mocks my thousand-yard stare The hidden damage from trying to fight fair Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare But you know what they say about fair ©2024
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:19 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Fair Future ~•§•~
Who controls the ledger? And can change an entry there? Who controls the money? And keeps the ledger fair? For money is a ledger And gets abused and hacked By those who love control And change what’s being tracked Who controls the ledger? And has kept it fair and true? Retaining money’s value Yes, who has done this, who? Who controls the ledger? We mortals will always stray So let us use technology For Bitcoin’s a better way Bitcoin controls the ledger No mortals can cheat or gain And we can reach the fairness No other ledger can attain
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Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 11:12 AM UTC
Who Controls the Ledger? Bitcoin Poem 094
We are all hiding something aren't we? Let's be fair From the moment we wake and look in that mirror We rush to change what we first see there All we do is spin our little lies **** in that gut, Color that hair, Twist off that wedding ring, Pretend to not care And why not? What's the penalty? What are the consequences, really? All is forgiven when you start usin' the phrase "I'm only human" But what if the cruel hand of fate twists you into something different then what you've been? Into that undesirable other Who, if anyone, will forgive you then? ©2024
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Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC
~•§•~ Who Will Forgive You Then? ~•§•~
May this foolish boy let his mind wander, O’er an impossible and pristine lake, Pontificate beauty like no other, So, my eyes can drink in all they can take. I am sorry I don’t know you better, Searing embodiment of Athena, My motif isn’t even singular, I have no motive in particular. Just a call from my heart- so covetous, I see your picture-perfect face light up, Like bacons of fire, long since extinguished, The smouldering ashes birth a phoenix. Your perfect hair and the way that you stare, Makes me wish that I was not here but there..
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Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 5:09 PM UTC
Bow and arrow
Atlas shrugged, and the world fell In violence and despair Thank God for the rise of Bitcoin Equitable, fast, and fair With Galt’s Gulch we take our stand Our sovereignty to prepare As Bitcoin keeps on winning Equitable, fast, and fair With cancel culture all around Censoring what you share Bitcoin is permissionless Equitable, fast, and fair With dollars losing value fast Act smart and stay aware Hold Bitcoin - based on scarcity Equitable, fast, and fair A truth and freedom machine To which nothing can compare A portal into cyberspace Equitable, fast, and fair The Alpha asset taking ground For everyone, everywhere Bitcoin’s here to save or spend Equitable, fast, and fair
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Aug 20, 2023
Aug 20, 2023 at 11:51 AM UTC
Equitable, Fast, and Fair (Bitcoin Poem 062)
It is summer fair, I hear it at home, passing -- me turn after turn.
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Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC
[ It is summer fair ]
You never said no, I never got a clear yes, Others came by I said I would wait for you . Then I waited long, You kept me waiting, I never got my answer . I am still waiting after many years , You moved on  while ago. My life passed by without  you, You are now with somebody. I am with somebody. But I wanted to be with you. Life is not fair . Some people die without love. Some people live wasting their love .
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Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 3:01 AM UTC
Life
is it fair for me to reach for something i'll never be able touch you. i'm talking about you
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC
fair
Das Leben ist schön, aber auch schwer, für manche zu kurz, für andere nicht fair. Wenn es anders kommt als man denkt, da ist der eine schon mal gekränkt. Der andre sieht es mit Begeisterung, so hat das Leben für ihn noch Schwung. Aber wenn ein Virus die ganze Welt befällt und alles zerschellt - das geht ins Geld. Dann ist auch unser Wohlstand schon bedroht, und die Lebensqualität gerät in Not. Regierungen versuchen uns zu schützen, auch mit Finanzspritzen zu unterstützen, aber die Spritzen in den Oberarm sehen Leugner mit größtem Alarm. Nun dachte man, die Welt hat sich vereint und kämpft gegen den gemeinsamen Feind, doch gibt es Leute mit denen kann man nicht reden, sie können alles stets anders belegen. Sie meinen, auf die da oben kann man nicht zählen, deren Plan sei, ihnen die Freiheiten zu stehlen. Dieses Misstrauen könnte uns leicht zerspalten, dann wäre ein Bürgerkrieg kaum aufzuhalten. Wie könnten Leugner ihre Angst verlieren, damit sie endlich neues Vertrauen riskieren? Wir sollten gute Beispiele setzen, uns kümmern um den Ersten und den Letzten. So entsteht ein guter Gemeinschaftssinn für alle Ausgegrenzten ein Gewinn. Ein respektvoller Umgang miteinander, der oft fehlt, ist was zählt, so sehr zählt, zählt und zählt und zählt.
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Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC
Was zählt
do you read my cowardly letters still the pain in my fingers i felt time spent to tell you the love i have it's fair to say that i can't be away unhealthy longing to hold you i wish things were better your wounds are closing up i noticed it the other night thank you for holding me when you touch me everything feels fine again i hope i'm healing your head too i can't stand to be away from you
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Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
depth
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the world turning inside out---no such thing as salted mint:) like a wild hint taste a glimpse of salted mint tackle the caramel passions cinnamon enchantment of imagines no bit of lost roses happiness in measured red doses remain in the lavender's fair violet to hesitate the sour act of deficit to refuse the golden boil of the sun bring a stop to the good from miscalculating the sum                                                                                   -----ravenfeels
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
**** The Killer
I take my pen As i want to stand still Applaud their pain Everything is against their will For their lives they had a plan. Fearless Being separated from their family Look how they're starving Do they deserve? Look how they're suffocating This isn't correct Look how they become homeless Nobody wants to address this This isn't fair. They become more than hopeless Snatching away their rights Burying their dreams Dreams of the innocent children.
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Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
Look
I dare not look at my hands Why not? The screeching of my head is louder than the banging of pots and pans You're afraid of your own thoughts? I'm afraid of who lyes there You're afraid of a simple man? I never said my thoughts were fair You're afraid of your hand I sought out death and now I'm all but bones I can't help but laugh, was this not your plan? Refrain from throwing your sticks and stones You intentionally ended your own lifespan I unintentionally gave myself skeleton hands
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
Skeleton hands
Said the gull to the Helter Skelter: ‘Did you know, when the oak was felled You would, one day, delight a girl With raven eyes, who’d lost her way And wound up starting fires?’ The gull went on: ‘Did you know, when the oak was cut This wayward girl would grab your mat To climb the stairs of our own prayers To outshine all the spires? And, did you know, when boards were made A dusty offering to the lathe You would, one day, tease out the sap, The wildwood sap within her bones Confounding all the liars? So, you should know, when planks were bent Twisted, slotted, primed and painted, That this lost girl would one day jump Up higher than high flyers.'
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 7:37 AM UTC
The Gull, The Girl and the Helter Skelter
While walking through the tress one day I stopped and wondered of life before How little and close everything was to the core And how precious words were to the say Now it's lies that prevail Truth is buried down below Dreams die, just as rivers flow But perhaps the worst is the ones we lose along the trail Yes, I find many lost souls My discoveries let them live, how they should be: FREE For the old cliché, even the blind see While the ones who stay, search for the loopholes In reality we're all just trying to buy time The ones who can't, say life's not fair The others, well they don't really care And me, Well I just do anything to make me feel fine
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Travels