Best Busied Poems

Stage 1

Trick-or- treating long after dark, we knocked on an old lady’s door.
Her annoyed look clearly did not match our Halloween glee.
But that did not...

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Tribute

Bright star, ascendant,
Now too quickly gone,
Light becoming -
Bright as transparent rainbow colors
Made of sun and storm
Lingering on the sky 
With not one color unseen,
Full spectrum...

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[1. Challenge]
“Have you even been listening to one
Word I have said,” she asked? I to my
Shame, withdrew from my reverie of sheer
Nothingness, at least nothing...

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Sat all alone beside that muttering shoreline he busied 
      Himself, diligently, and sewed.      ...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence...

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The time was 1969, the place- Home-Economics class in junior high. While guys got sent 
to “shop,” those of us of the softer sex learned...

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After the storm has passed,
Pelting rain has ceased, and
Ratchet winds have shifted into
Tolerable and non-threatening breezes,
Life resumes in an ordinary sense. 
As grey clouds move...

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Could you imagine,
A face like that?
Created by the face of an angel
And modeled like fashion
For the damned and deceased.
A respected locksmith,
Drunk on insomnia and aging,
Kissing...

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SAVING GRACE

In the middle of the universe, I stand
Where it all revolves around man
Selling and consuming disastrous blends 
Burning the candle at both ends 
Neglecting...

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Free-falling in the fire, 
In the fire of desire
Of your coal soul
As darkness takes its toll

Walking into the shadows of the unknown
I am lost and...

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S o dispassionate I have BECOME 
E ager voices of people made me NUMB
R ambling tales of them just gave BOREDOM
I  to restore my...

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Wicked
Young minds
They delude innocence
Forever they act sovereign
Ameer

Childish
Their behavior
Often they clamor
Wail their emotions behemoth
Dour

Play
With gesture
Time befriend rejoice
Busied with oneirisms foretold
Pollyannaish

Cozened
Hatful alibis
Bebop their paroles
Disputes often looked battles
Liberty

Bored
By...

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A traveler dwelling among refreshing springs
The busied day was drawing a close
Evening dishes clamored loudly to sing
Outside my door a whipping wind blows

Working to rest...

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We heard it over the radio 

We heard it over the radio and I don’t know if it’s true
It was today at the gathering by...

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