Best Brandished Poems

Written: March 05, 2025 

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As the final petal droops
upon quivering leaves,
while the soul begins to decay
akin to the evening lights 
fading into a coffin.
Tears flow quietly across vacant rooms,
sheltered in the hidden retreat, 
of a hapless fool...

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The wait seemed eternal to feel inspiration.
Minutes were mountains as each one ticked by,
my hand poised grasping a pen, and then
seated without hitting one stroke on a key.
A closed mind submits nothing, zero and zilch
in a life that's been deeply anchored 
in the annals of...

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In the morning, he was tetchy, but gentle,
Sitting beside me till my eyelids opened
I sat up, yawning, and rubbed my eyes
His hand brushed a dry tear off my face

“You are alive and well, I see, gentle spirit,
Even with me you thrive on the hidden joys...

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A  Random Act Of Kindness

A little old nun all dressed in black
A habit on her head and chest
Contrasted in white with her silver cane
Doubtful she could cross the street

A little boy sat on the curb
Playing with his spinning top
His hair a shiny yellow mane
A...

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Pray, if the Gods love us all so much
Why is it that they never do open the skies up
And save us?

Why is it that they remain silent
Letting our hearts bleed
Letting our tears pour
Letting our delusions get even more 
Misleading?

Do they really love us then?
Or are...

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Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, 
a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog
in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog.
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem to fill her life,
on an escalator going up or down,...

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It's five o'clock, she checks her watch, at last the work day's done
Her forehead pounds, a coke is found, she gulps two aspirin down
Walking through the parking lot, a cell phone to her ear
Three calls to make, six texts must wait, until she reaches home

A...

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CRUSADE

The crusader brandished his stiff sword
sharpened
didn´t want
but beheaded idols
to liberate his inner temple
swift and passionate was his riding
saturated
didn´t want
but unpaved the temples
to remember the first stone
and had peace

on the way he clashed spades
bled
sparked spades
was blinded by light
floated in the void
and saw colors
earthly shades
and then kinetic...

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A life that even death cannot undo,
for there are portals I've yet to find,
hidden life in the green, I wish to pursue,
oh, the secrets of life and death entwine.
I search and search, I will not know defeat;
each corner turned will show new paths to tread.
The...

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I cannot offer a gift for you to hold,
no millefiori paperweight of brightly coloured glasses,
or fancy timepiece cast from golds of yellow and white,
for it could never rest, smooth and heavy, within your open hands,
or sit proudly marking time upon your sun-tanned wrist,
fated instead to...

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Hats are such a marvel,
   when the weather is so garbled,
A multitude of quick coverlets to warm the brain
   protect the head from snow, wind and  rain.
A dapper, flamboyant chapeau
   to quickly dawn where ever you might go,

A...

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Bobby Brown threatened to knock me down
  but Billy Blues took off his shoes
  and with a barefoot blocked his fist
  just as it brandished my wrist,
  and even though they fought desperately in the rain,
  neither bothered to complain.
They...

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Glitterin' gold wuz struck along Alder's Gulch in eighteen sixty-three!
Potential prospectors came frum as fer away as Knoxville, Tenn-o-see!
Hordes uv soiled doves and gamblers migrated to the Gulch as well,
Along with platoons uv ruffians and barkeeps, their potent booze to sell!

Fellers labored hard all week...

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Dom and Georgia caught the bus,
And boarded it without a fuss.
Although the bus was bound for school
They found the journey rather cool.

Dom leapt on and found a seat.
He opened up a pack of sweets
And turning on his MP3
Yelled “Frasier, come and sit with me!”

Georgia, being...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 12 (d) The fireflower (cont.)

Dominated by one hilltop 
Round in form, it’s summit hidden
In the whiteness of a cloud base
There they saw their destination 

Now they climbed by steepening gradient
Through a changing vegetation 
To a lighter forest ambience 
As the trees...

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