Best Befit Poems

The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain 

I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant" 
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle" wounding, of "gentle" continued "colonization"
constantly in an "unconscious" search for unsuspecting names to attach to,
so that we can remain collectively...

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The Middle Time is now upon me,
The tune to which I dance grows somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacophonous din
To which my steps were measured in my youth.
I know there lies now less before 
Than all those days that lay within
The sepulcher of careless...

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First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.

Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’...

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When hard rain falls, I am grateful for a shelter
When deceit shows its face, I aim for a strike 
When darkness takes over light, I wish for an early dawn
When greed forces its ways, I pray for redemption
When suffering transpires, I strive to understand

When the...

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Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured 
 
Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts
Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts:
Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright,
Consuming illusions of...

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Somewhere on this pretty planet,
	There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
	The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.

On righteous wings glory’s noose,
	Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst of times,
	The look, the stare defies all rhymes.

Reaching into forgotten...

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Let the sun gaze upon your wonder,
As the ray portrays your complexion,
As the light illuminates your beauty,
And the vitamins accrue in your temple.

Let the wind blow your glamorous hair,
As you sway it from side to side lee to wards,
Like the acacia trees in the meadows...

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Adam, take the dust and
blow into tomorrow's winter world
the intruding consciousness
is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values,
who are we now, why this
language of redemption ?
the truth hurts once we
were exhiled from God's perfect garden,
the roads behind are
cold and alone, its you and me against the...

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What Am I leading Up To.

You often will wonder what phrases mean,
Like a little lean or maybe even green;
You should try one on for size,
Or to me it might be a big surprise.

Things are turbulent underneath, not on surface;
Performance was like that of a three...

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Out there are many ancient sites
And fear grows deep at the end of daylights 
One hears loud scary cries
Among the primeval moor and buckeyes 

To the beast identity this might be a clue
September was a month of beginning of world war two
It is also true
That...

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For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold them with intent.
Oh, how we have fallen!
Mighty and meek alike.
We...

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Woman! darkly gleam is your work I esteem…love it!
From mountainous mountain top to valley‘s belly
I hear you pluck…on eagle‘s wings…onward pluck
How nice, your device visits and forces in their smelly
Glamorous cells, a glad evening‘s grief to run amok.

Then ever, of flowing emotions savour. Oh their...

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Have you ever played with it?
Even if just a bit.
Or thrown it.
Because you were in a snit.
Did you ever eat it?
Then throw out the pit.
Or caught it.
In your mitt.

Would you yell at it?
In a momentary fit.
Or might you with it?
Have a comfortable sit.

When annoyed by...

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Colored checkered patterns
Dashing vibrant colors
Hand woven cloth strips
Dazzling geometric shapes.

Characterized weft designs
Vivid eye appealing texture
Ghana’s national cloth
Royals favorite outfit.

From coast of western Africa
An indigenous local brand
Handed from Ages to Ages
Maiden style left intact.

Renowned across borders
for its alluring tapestry marvels
Its cherished history staggers
Our obroni folks adore...

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Quiet save for a morning glory’s cue 
Daylight decks the sky cerulean blue 
Sunday and like the hues of color wheels 
Old Man Dan hunts for all his fishing creels 

The rye grass cradles tiny spheres of dew 
Dawn fishing allures in lieu of a...

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