Best Byword Poems

Byword People (Came By Way)



Pitch black was the day after
the nightmare before
When the blue wails
washed upon the sunset shore
Dark journey’s end for the castoff children,
who...

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Jan and Daz are so so happy 
United are Jadazzle 
Many months have passed
Poetry writing has been put on hold
It's been over a year... but...

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O Leader! O Savior! O Heart so Brave!
Words falter to honour the path you've paved.
The nation's core, now fortified with zeal,
We stand to combat, with...

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Falling into the vortex,
there is no escape
You're sucked in,
getting sub-atomically stripped
is your inevitable fate
No more straight line of linear time
No more clearly defined dimensions of...

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Byword

(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their...

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I gulp a flame of desire
At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire
Being proxy for a pacifier
That elicits a comfort for my quagmire

Your smile, your smile...

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We the holy people,
the chosen children of God
Our glorious destiny
was graciously written long ago,
thankfully,
on the crimson cross of Calvary

We the righteous seed,
the select Elect
offspring of...

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Obsolete is the byword
that keeps us buying anew,
products that last forever
simply would never do.

Paydays come in many forms
some junk is another’s treasure,
so creating problems to...

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Workin' fo’ free from cradle ta grave
Laborin' sunup ta sundown e’eryday,
while Missy and Massa sat in da shade
Those were da days

Us darkies knew where our...

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We own it and owe to it

I know what love is, adore silence’s gold 
Content and at peace, no grudges to hold. 
It gets better...

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Throw dirt on me, I'll grow to a wild flower, 
Been to hell and back, I can show voucher. 

Scriptures stored in memory, Pure oil...

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While I take to the road for a mission
Anxiety rivets me to my direction
It causes me to ponder and be calm
As a byword for courage...

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Gone, long gone -
cast into the wistful yearning of yesteryear           
the halcyon days of ...

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Mahammad Fuzuli (1494-1556)

Mahammad Fuzuli, the poet-philosopher, is one of the founders of the divan genre in the history of Azerbaijani and Turkish literature. He wrote...

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At the opening of the plantation gate,
in the letting out of the slaves
Freedom came with an empty purse,
as well with a curse goodbye
Labor weary lost...

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