Best Archly Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some unfortunate accident.
“Be careful, Hunter.”
A dramatic otherworldly start to our long...

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TAGORE ON 

I just happened reading Rabindranath Tagore’ s poem called “The Gardener.” 

The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile

					“……the dark rim of your eyes.
						Then smile as archly as you like
						when I come again.”

I am a Wheel, my blood flows inward
Of its spokes.
I am a Star,
My...

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silver spring,
hardens archly  on the   magnolia  dreams,
greedily and  ice
 
sailors
replenish  their   pompous short epic sorrows,
(scurry in happy life)
 
tiredly, raining gently...
the hideous frost... pomegranate poses on  your lips
kissed by the wind.
 
 she, viper frightening, 
embrace...

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Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot we somehow lived in teetering on the green tufts of...

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As I toss a silver coin into the mango contoured fountain, a lilac laden tone
that reeks of flower garden ether archly probes.
“What somersaults bewitch those forehead rivulets when synchronising waves of rhythmic thought?”
Psychic or clairvoyant
on this steamy summer’s day probing quizzically behind her crystal shades.
She...

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His retirement the champion announced,
After he was in their fight trounced,
And like a tennis ball bounced…
On him had his challenger pounced,
His strength not letting him use an ounce,
And forcing him to hit the canvas, not once!

Soon, the press,
To painfully address,
And meekly renounce,
All that he did...

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Ahead of a just fixed funeral
He'd started counting its numeral:
Negotiator of the fairest price.
For twenty five bags of Thailand Rice...

Negotiator meets, too, Mortician
And relates to him as Beautician:
One is as good as partaker,
Who goes around as undertaker
"Well, he's for badly frowning corpses
Owners pay thousands for...

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