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The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
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#1 | Lovely sadness becomes I imagine. Reasoning after "dark". Remarking-something short and bright. Friendly-objective: interesting "Art". _ |
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#2 | Whilst a river on the run. There's body paint and sea. No Robot! You be nice. So also-south. You're me. _ |
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#3 | I don't "know" if we know enough to know. More on trees than trees. The first time you want to do it. Spider gives to thee "what's" thee. _ |
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#4 | That's nice he wants to paint an elephant. Or anything in a storm. What breaks a guitar, has found him. Without thinking an atom warned. _ |
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#5 | Like a shirt in a can. Or Emily in a fold. More-comfortable in the wind. Heavenly New Year's in a toad. _ |
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#6 | If these are good. Why are they saddled. The Arts are an average. Of a medium's frazzle. _ |
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#7 | When I'm old, I'll see you with one pixel. And I'll know you by your, one pixel Fame. Right about now, I think I have five-pixels. And way before that, I think no quatrains. _ |
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#8 | With even some science. She was made in that sense. Vapor trails just ninety cents. Hi yourself. Repair your past-tense. _ |
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#9 | If ufo's had only one human. To ask, "what was humanity". Because electricity never decided. I would "say" we were justice-tree. _ |
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#10 | Now imagine Lault is a lucky guy. That summer agrees and doesn't mess with shy. You're up. Lots of letters. And cover your toes. Keep your camera style in the wrong suppose. _ |
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#11 | I am not pursuing that rubber that hits the road. But I'm kind of sad, that Umbrella is your name. And that's the end of that if the Dutch eat breakfast. If I fall. You'll be the best. And as first as rain. _ |
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#12 | In the glimmer I behold the truth. That the shimmer beholds the see. In the forever in the unsold boat. That's where your hope holds me. _ |
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#13 | It's like going to church. It's for peace, he said. Ok, just put it down, where we keep the silly-floored. I see your nurse shoes are very fluffy? I'm healthy too because of what I've stored. _ |
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#14 | Ok let's see here. Fly the broom to-morning Reveille. Through the longest ever "learning" tunnel-"glide". (to Emily) _ |
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#15 | Those moments when clouds look fast to a man. And stars compute in his head. And the sum of a man shines each night. And he doesn't believe what he's said. _ |
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#16 | Let no writing industries put asunder. Two words that want to be the same. By the hour of the state invested in me. I pronounce my love in twain. _ |
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#17 | Do you ever feel a breeze at night. And think you were kissed by plan. That moment needs magnetic north. I guess that's where I am. _ |
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#18 | Five is the "rain" best numbered wrong. Few-enough to know what's going on. That-some look up and see every star. In a world, where soul-cells guess wrong and-charge. _ |
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#19 | I know a poem that has just one universe. It's called eventually you'll stand and go. When table flowers wilt just as gently. That's what it is to know. _ |
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#20 | Realizing moments "stand like sandbox sand". And no one is immune from having labeled hands. And then it only takes "the most melting song". To be slow-enough to mean "all atoms get along". _ |
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#21 | Yes our father's heart is wealth. And although we travel slow. We travel no further than poems can go. Our Jimmy-the-Face would know. _ |
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#22 | We are searches. We are movements to a sea. We are bone carriers inside out for only tea. We almost hear things in such vivid lives unheard. Dreaming silently there are helicopters in our words. _ |
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#23 | This is wonderful. What is his name? We want to be like that. There are hotels we've misunderstood. Own it maturity's hat. _ |
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#24 | First river boats and heaven moats. Then escalate "onion pain". But remember you cannot game "no game". The "maturity score" can't be gamed. _ |
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#25 | It's all about reversals. And practice till the end. The fires of life and the trapeze pebble. And the people money spend. _ |
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#26 | It's a starting point, that is exactly half. Whatever her lover doesn't whisper. Plus one thing. People should be fully attractive. Do you know how to measure one? Times wing. _ |
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#27 | Sorry if I'm in your way Miss. Please save me from the Thorned Bouquets of hubris. I have nothing to say but I see it. The Convinced Parlours of word convenience. _ |
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#28 | This with bravery and secrecy wrote. And delivered in urgent times. Dear friend please read then burn this note. My memory has outlawed rhymes. _ |
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#29 | Like breaking a twig in four places. Knowing the current insight time is no crime. Thinking alone are the five spaces. Joined by long art titles broken fine. _ |
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#30 | Hey! Did you last night, mumble that... For instance... "I think I have mother's coat". And then... "Everybody I've come home". And 25 others... like "Sorry Johns don't vote". _ |
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