Best Alacrity Poems

The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth...

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When I’m in glee of your alluring smile
As you gaze merrily ebullience of dawn
Caressing blush of emerging sunrise
Scintillating fervor upon magenta arc
Whispering gingerly to budding...

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The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision...

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This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the...

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A FRIEND KNOWS
 DEDICALTED: TO CHANTELLE COOKE



       A friend knows what you need
      ...

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She walks in beauty
Following the above silver rays 
Her hope fastening with some alacrity
Feathers of smile gently sways
Between stardust accompany to ignite 
The clear darkness...

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Salubrious salutations, new age 
gradually old made voyage,
Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale,
Can the memory sway? 

You yelled but no one heard,
Maybe tide was...

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A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I,
Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out,
Wizened by time, she knows that...

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We are not the same… no shame
 I love her golden grains and game;
Her name and game flows like fame
And her pens and poems you...

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We are not the same, not naked… no shame
 We tend the golden grains… our game; 
My Eve’s name and game flows like fame
And her...

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Heaven
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2022

What heaven is this silence
Such solace from the world
No one's energy clouding
Everything that I behold

And all that I sense and feel
Is such beauty...

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“You meddling mechanical moron,
you’ve ruined everything,
the thingamabob is running amok,
can’t you hear the alarm bells ring?
You clinking, clanking cretin,
you demented digital dunce,
you never do what...

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I am the custodian of brighter future
and the vanguard of a viable venture.
I take seekers on an alluring adventure.
Nature has given me the grace to...

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