Best Adroitly Poems

What smug pseudomorph 
inhabits my reflection,

adroitly mimicking my 
every manner and expression,

mercilessly mocking me 
with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive opportunist;
a thieving imitator.
 
She is a soul-sucking demon 
of the gravest degree;
a brazen parasite 
feeding on health and ingeny,

pillaging my...

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However it goes, nobody knows
Whatever your belief
You as you are, and those afar
Through centuries of toil and grief
Hardships they solved, as they evolved
Bring us to date and time
The past is the past, today won't last
Opportunities pushed to the side
With flag unfurled, in a perfect world
Equality...

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Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous;
unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds.
Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole;
alight upon pellucid remnant image.
I stifle yawn as thoughts embrace the vision.

My ever-restless spirit merits story
which doesn’t evanesce at first obstacle
encountered when issues foisted upon...

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Old heads know more,
but can't explore anymore.
Justly, they exploit experience,
adroitly squishing creativity.
Too old to play,
with naivety....

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My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dazzling dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face, 
adroitly adorned.

The luring luster of lilac rose lined your lips,
quivered with the cadence of the dancing dew.
As...

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"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the woods, crackling
within the sounds of leaves
invisible dead things speaking 
underfoot white noise
boxes that ghosts 
are meant to genuinely
speak through 

radio...

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Tongue; in Valetudinary STATE.
For Barbarous and Flagitious
Portance is very Bedraggled;
A-be-ce-dar-ians,
or the Adroitly,
are ALLERGIC
to Crass and 
Uncouth
LIPS.


Pace, G
04-22-2012...

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"The Cost of War through Peace"

She had spent 
some elaborate 
time 
with snakes,

learning
their ways,
yet in the very 
back of her mind,

in her memories,
she remembered
the stories told
long ago,
the sleepy songs sung;

curiously,
they were always
delivered in the dark,
as she drifted off to sleep,
when she was very young

she had...

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"The Value of Reading"

messages impressed
upon the secret keepers.
when is late too late?
to divulge the truth?

"I know this is a shock"
arrives far too late 
when it is anticipated
by the writer pundit 

keeping tabs
on runnaway horses 
trained at the gate
tokens laid for bets.

what then sister?
if all should...

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Ida Kincaid

1866 - 1903


I was Ida Kincaid
Wife of Charles
And mother of a pernicious brood of five sinister sons.
My first born required eighteen hours of excruciating labor,
And I should’ve known then! 
After Charles, our son, finally had his behind swatted
By the venerable Doctor Lont,
Charles, my husband,...

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"Candy Girl" - 2



He had been watching her from the far end of the Ice Bar, where he was sitting propped up on an ice ledge which was cushioned in plush Reindeer hide and Yak fur, surrounded by men in suits.  

His suit was...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and free in the fields 
they are not
they are captured by
the...

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When equanimity falls to the wayside
And the eyes empirically survey the hillside,
It’s Einstein’s time that I can’t bide,
Mawkish mental masturbation adroitly I chide,
Thy self,
Then my discreet self in its inchoate knowledge of reality,
Like the mass of humanity
Dissembling about Nature,
And Nature in turn disassembles matter, that...

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If I was Leonard Nimoy I would rush about the place, 
I would hold my long pointy fingers in front of me as I sprang from door to door,
My pointy boots deftly propelling me from shadow to shadow my pointy ears sleek in the dark,
I...

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“Thick Skinned – What it Feels Like for a Girl”



When you speak 
it’s as if stars cascade
out of your mouth 
galaxies you produce
musical incantations 
that I listen religiously to 

I watch your lips 
form glistening cupids’ bows

they spread wide open 
like the subtle legs 
of...

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