Best Belabored Poems

A Poet's Gift

A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.

A poet shares emotions inked upon the
Page that cannot verbally be conveyed.
They dwell in a world of dreams, of dark
And...

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"A Poet's Gift" you wrote three years ago -
the arc of your poetic heart to tell.
You spoke of deep emotions in the soul
invoking tears to well and hearts to swell.
You had a gift. You were a gift as well.

written 23 October 2022

// Connie Marcum Wong...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip with succulent juices as eggnog,
a legitimately...

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The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event
The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the only one written by Wilde, had six additional chapters when it was released as a book...

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PORCELAIN AND TILE TO DEFILE FOUR JUNKIES

You cannot imagine what I see
Unless you are exactly like me
Friends like yours die and that’s the rub
But many of mine have died in my bathtub

Just two junkies sitting together on porcelain and tile
There to defile the temple of...

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My spirit wandered, sore, abused,
by selfish choices badly bruised;
a heart that stumbled through the years,
lame from its sins and filled with fears.
The world with all its dreadful ills
belabored my poor, weakened will
till down death's path I made my start,
a little, lonely, lame-girl heart.

I lost my...

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ewe wore a woolen mini skirt
with thighs as sheer as indigenous mountains
raised high upon tilted pedestals
charcoal straps protecting the achilles' tendon
yet exposing your callous sole

an openness of character denotes your legs' spread
creamy latte cinnamon brown
aromatic appetizers before the main course

um...umm...um
the mantra echoed through the cavernous...

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MOONBEAMS, MERRIMENT, ME AND YOU

Your eyes were a surprise
Your grin a gift granted by grace
We syncopated our sighs
As I became fixated on your lovely face

My breathing became belabored
My heart hardly ever felt that way
Just when I though happiness was a thing of the past
Your pert...

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Always envious of gifted individuals with neat hand printing/writing

Gnome hatter heroic measures taken
moost ludicrously asinine,
nonetheless hoop fully
me legendary penta meat herd bovine design

of modest fellow (me) will endure as divine,
no matter not one bloody poetic line
pertains to original (above crafted)
storied title of mine
completely buried under

thick...

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Sidestepping the shadows and agony
 
A trance spelled vision offered
 
What body-broken progressions lost:
 
A miniature emblem in the holographic light
 
Healing minds belabored with aggression
 
 
 
For a second, all subjects grieved
 
Casting doubt on veracity of pen movement
 
A storied skull to...

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From the twist and swirls of words within,
poetical odes are in their sudden rendering.
Contrasted with once a masters mighty whim,
part of a hearts desire caught meandering.

While the words are hence ever lasting,
resounding between a fixed earthen chime.
Passes on the outer brims casting,
hoping for a message...

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Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage amply 
surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip 
with...

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Lost in the vortex
 
Of Retrograde happy days
 
All is peachy bright
 
Smiles ignite money tossing everywhere
 
 
 
With ego comes might
 
With challenge comes pretension
 
With hypocrisy comes abstaining
 
Well at least for...
 
 
 
I've seen the dull buzzards ignite
 
Fizzling tar...

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What is next to be?
My best friend’s dream is not 
likely to embrace fruition without the 
spur’s first 
kick or vigorous prodding by 
his future self whom 
no one is familiar with or the 
old self poised alone to welcome the new 
self. Being is...

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Do you write to a standard
that isn’t your own
Do you pledge your allegiance
to a dilettante throne

Do you shut out your Muse
when her words pierce the skin
Do you think before feeling
looking out never in

Is your nighttime belabored
with dreams from the past
Is the daylight a hunter
 your...

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