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Best Poems Written by Joe Buddha

Below are the all-time best Joe Buddha poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Blimmin' Cold Day, Even For Grandad

All avenues are amphibious arenas
Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs
Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures
Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, disappearing duskwards
Every eye echoing every eye, emotional evidence enveloped
Fake furs, fashionable fools, firm friends fleeing flowing firmament
Garrulous girls giggle, grizzled gangsters get going, gravity gyroscopes - ginormous gloomy grey gusts!
Hapless Harry's hairpiece hovers, hesitates, hovers higher, hurriedly he hopes he has his hat,
Intimate iciness infiltrates irrepressibly inside, 
Jaunty Jack's japery, just jaded January jokes - jigsaw justice
Kilted killers, kleptomaniac kangaroos...
Lame laughs, low lamplight, laser liquid lines lash lustfully
Mercurial miasma mercilessly merging, mournful men mutter miserably
Nobody needs niceties, navigating newspapers, nothing new now
Ordered out over oof owed, obstinately offering old objections
Pavement pool-puddles pose problems, precautions probable, prayers perhaps...
Quintessential questing queens querulously quarrel,
Rain rushes relentlessly, rudely, rapaciously
Sizzling, steaming, slip-sliding silhouettes, soaked saturnine suits seething
Terry the tiger-tamer, tastefully tattooed, taking time talking tactfully to trembling tramps
Undernourished underpass underclass, underwhelmed under useless ubiquitous umbrellas
Vulgar victors, vim-vigour-verve, voraciously vanquished, vanity virulently violated,
Waistless waifs, wasted wastrels, wrestle with wicked westerly winds
X-rayed, X-rated 
Yesterday's youngsters yellowing, yawning, yearning
Zero zest. Zilch.

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Word Bird

Well that's absurd 
Said the bird of
The word she'd heard

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Heart Symphony

You
Me
Soul deep
Love is home
My arms wide open
We hold on for dear life, don't we?
Those azure eyes embrace indigo skies spinning
Cerulean serenity in perpetual motion, omniscient in dreams

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One Last Time

This isn’t the way to go…
My time’s not up yet
Down here there is no time
No day or night
Just the ageless rock walls
My prison cell
I feel the weight of the mountain
Pressing on my shivering soul
Infusing my sightless gaze
With the certainty of death
Only a miracle can save me now
And how I’ve prayed for
Someone or something
To lift the darkness
And light up the gloom
How I’ve wished
I could see your face again
I hear your voice in the echoes
When I cry out
And tear at the stone
And how I wish I
Could hold you now
One last time

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Vampire's Lament

I lie awake within the walls
Of my midnight garden
Hoping to hear
One silver syllable
From your perfect mouth
But your eyes never open
You never wake
Skin soft against my kisses
Beneath the weeping willow
 
A river of darkness
Runs through my heart
Never eased by dawn’s grey slumber
And the birdsong scatters
With the sun’s rays
& my mind shatters
& strays
No longer afraid
Everlost in rain

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A Curious Cluster of Whispers and Howls

What still life, in words upon the page?
Yet animated in rhythms of the tongue

Soft-mouthed or read aloud, in unison
Spoken in solitude or rising like the tide 
In the ribcages of a thousand men

Some skilled orator
With the heartbeat of a nation in his hands

A silent offering from the lips
Of midnight prayer

A lover's vow
A battle song

What meaning we assign 
A curious cluster of whispers and howls
Vulgarity, obscenity, profanity, blasphemy

A sacred hymn
A holy chant
Divine syllables...
The secret names of god

What still life, in words upon the page?
Yet animated in rhythms of the tongue