Best Betake Poems

My soul seems to be hidden today.
Where can it conceal itself?
I thought it was always with me,
Roaming the endless paths
That clatter the corridors of my mind,
coursing through my arteries and veins,
invading all essential organs
that keeps me alive all day.
Maybe it flew away
Like some mad eagle...

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I sit under  a large Nuttall oak
its leaves protect me from the sun.
Around me, lizards abound 
as they scuttle in and around
the soap stones and other rocks.
Silence abounds except for the melodious
Singing of light brown Veery birds,
With their mysterious sweet voice,
While cicadas strum their...

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Most restful sleep since... being in utero

Courtesy restless leg syndrome
spouse called me expletive rat fink
ousted me out the bed with plink
as lovely bones almost got extinct,
whence consoled self singing ditty
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink

makeshift burrow of pillows nsync
shuteye analogous to grateful dead,
Elysian Fields I did drink
yours truly...

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The shy sun withdraws behind purple hills
As the dark sky lights up with silvery stars.
Oh, what beautiful scene, it fills me with thrills.
 
I go my way amongst the winding narrow paths
Of the dimly lit quaint houses of the small haven.
Breath-taking vista, night after night...

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~In reply to Rick's prelude shown below~


I am your rose, free of thorns
walk beside me and conceive
our spirits mingling in love
hearts singing in perfect harmony

A sweet concerto beneath the stars
duet applauded by a haloed moon
in refrain, our kisses lingering
'ere the sun casts the glow of...

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He betake himself to his room
Does a clear blue sky betokening a bright day?
His motivating memory needs to retrace the day,
The reverberating revival and the doom.
In the boulevard, sloppy and slippery
Derelicts yet living on the streets
Where are the members of the expedition?
Buster! Prominent players on...

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We'll meet at sunset, says my lovely Marcellina,
     cuddling up to me so soft and warm.
When the glowing sun sets and paints the sky
     with all the shades of vermilion hues.

As dusk descends on the carmine horizon...

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As commanded, Prophet Noah now set upon the task of building the Ark with the help of the small group of believers. The sight of Prophet Noah and his men constructing the Ark seemed to amuse the chiefs and unbelievers. They did not realise the...

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Supremacy permitted to carry out his work
greatly loved by heavenly beings
disaffection spirit, ripened into revolt
once again, get caution of the supremacy
thou refused to be cautioned 

sophistry and fraud pioneer
hard to discern, genesis deceiver
supreme neither deceit nor flatter
that, he imbibed
apparently, waged dishonour was highly honoured

veering rectitudness...

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There upon the blasphemous 
grassy knoll, a maiden, 
her lovers' temptations
of the past.  
Amidst a silky
silhouette, a dainty stroll
flaunting a crimson masquerade.

"Your invitations of subtle romance,
be they adventurous, unfulfilled,
shall we not exchange vespers?" 

The angel Azriel passioned. . .
A soft Belial did exchange. ....

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'Ere the sun sinks
and thy love falls endless
may this moment pause in beauty
to ponder thy kisses

My scarlet rose of love
betake my spirit truly
as twilight falls gently
at last my heart sings


II

I thirst for thy comfort
and drown in pure harmony
for our passion shall prevail
into morning tenderness

Warmth of...

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Vane glorious and absolutistic,
     though I defiantly,
     cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
     mine acidic breast

houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
     barbaric, and bubonic
    ...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly ache

jollity the best medicine 
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona...

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Tired I betake myself to bed.
The countryside is much too dark tonight.
Harbinger of a storm.
Who cares! Let it do its worst.
Rumbles and lightning affect me not.
I'm so exhausted I doubt I'll hear
the reverberating thunder overhead.
 
Suddenly I wake up.  I hear a call, a...

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Woke up (September 6th, 2020)...

Got outta bed boot
did not drag comb against head
of  beetle browed foo fighter,
he did not arise
bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed
to bucket flush toilet.

After attending her asinine
morning toiletries, the missus
lovingly nudged me awake
quickly urging me to betake
sleepyhead husband pronto...

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