Best Beading Poems

One more question… say
Could Mona resemble mount?
Appearing as a huge fount!

Could Lisa… if so 
Resemble Li? A black horse!
The prettiest mount of all?

In Lishan’s bliss...

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When I look at the Nile or Niger
My heart overflows with joy for such a wonder 
As currents daringly flow on each iconic river 
Every...

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I woke this morn a chilling sweat alarmed 
No recollection of the night before 
The sheets were drenched and mixed in beading blood 
That's when...

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Strangers undulating with rhythmic ease 
Igniting the air with ecstasy 
While lights flash in spectacular colour 
Hot breath creates an intensity 
Of steam rising up...

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I saw it in a film: his city is beautiful.
Snow is everywhere, the trees are crowned
with it, and ice skims the harbor,
frosts ships, going nowhere....

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flashes of childhood while I toss and turn
the visions haunt me, fierce fires slowly burn
red ears, cold cloth: fear is beading my brow
soft strokes to...

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I was stuck in traffic
Just the other day
When a certain feeling hit me
In a most horrific way

I felt a pressure building
It's happened more than once
But...

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Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As...

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I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a...

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Pasha Acremodios grew greedy,
discontented with the domain he dominated,
so he turned covetous eyes toward Farabia,
sending his soldiers to seize this ripened plum

Spoiling for a fight...

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World War 1 

The Sergeant

The rose cannot compete
with the sweet smell of death,
only her image can forgive.
 Laid upon the silence
of another boys coffin,
which hides...

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Try to pick a date to meet
A few retired friends
And find it near impossible
For everything depends…

On travel plans or visits
With the kids from out-of-town
Or babysitting...

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A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate...

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Fruit fully ripened
Like browned bodies
Squirming, bumping, wiggling
Vacuuming the meaty softness from its shell
Tongues licking the peel

Juices running
Like nectar over mouth
Over chin
Juices running
Beading and dripping like...

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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ? 



"I don't know Son?"


Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox...

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