Best Betimes Poems

The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.

She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted...

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Unto what shall I liken my struggled walk in life
Unto a breath without air
Gasping and grasping
For that which I can clearly see
And ever try to be
But like unto the shining stars
Of heaven’s glory above
Lies as it would seem
High above my reach

Yet my hands are stretched...

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  Hurry, get there on time
    Can’t afford to be late
      The world never waits
  Move, hustle, push and shove
    You’ve a date with love

  Destiny requires a destination
...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of this clever author, I longed to know.
Words from this expert...

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Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East
In thy curse hath many a mother wept
On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes
Yield unto a steely mask of doom
Destruction follows in thy path and yet
Methinks I spy a flicker of regret
Extinguish it lest humanity engulf it...

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Oh! African child, the temple
A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
 Of humanity and creatures
The founder of patriarchal

Oh! African child,
The coy the toy of the wife
Beauty of nature and life
The belike of Bowie knife 
To war at still life rife strife

The child of...

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Dedicated to: Myself and the kindred spirits

Rise up today so gracefully and comely. Let not the present by the past be spoiled. You are entitled to what is best in the new day; do not let it wasted to loneliness and disgust. Leave the horror...

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Dear granny, we shall always remember you each day;
	You’ve fostered us, and so much of you each can say –
	If but life was a crystal, we’d seen through it this dreadful fate,
	And learnt to espouse the plight in advance that you are late.
	You were weary...

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Like a gnarled old elder it stands ancient
twisted scarred limbs like a scene in a horror
hacked and torn against time, 
beetle holes and wood pecker assaults
not withstanding, growing and thriving like time

The outlier cousine, a younger branch
stands tall and seemly a lithe woman
an odd pair,...

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Poetry gives wings to the soul
    Like music, it's meant to extol

  Though betimes its place, to console
    Inspirational it is, on the whole...

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Will thou remember me while adventures sought
On timbered ship of mast and sail
Cross seas so danger fraught

Or will exotic lands cause my visage to pale
Receding over time in thy dreams
as though I don deep veils

As you follow stars, I beseech moonbeams
To guide you safely onto...

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A life sustained by water pure
Yet marred by memory of the wine
Like fragrant waft of soft allure
Diminished not by hands of time

Forever clear the water streams
Yet never ends the draw to wine
Forever helpless so all seems
To purge the memory from my mind

Though water's healing -...

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Patrick, Pearl and Phillip were fond siblings, in halcyon days of fairy tales;
Long beloved of Mother and Father, like beloved ballads of all nightingales.

Father was a successful tailor, creating finest clothes for women and men;
And they dwelled in a village near the river, in teal...

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Life is like a spider's web with its intricacies and cares,

Hardly perceived by daily deeds, dismissed as not much there.

But given wisdom's balm of time, these woven lines reveal,

A pattern delicate like fire, yet strong enough as steel.

Helping an arachnid face the worst  marring...

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Why is it the poached egg, betimes
so hard to peel, I wonder.
Why does the strutting hen lay eggs
so hard to pull asunder.
She wants that egg to be her chick

and not my wretched breakfast.
Or, wants her chick be Easter gift
dyed yellow, red, and purples--
A better choice...

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