Best Cajoled Poems

A week passed, yet no words drifted in my mind
I feared I'd become numb and poetically blind
so, I gave up, went to bed and turned off the light
but in the very next moment I screamed in fright!

"Procrastinator!" My Muse yelled, in a huff.
"You are made...

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Grandpa’s a gem in the garden,
tending his sprouts and his peas,
tomatoes and onions and cabbage,
his ‘caulies’ and his broccoli’s.

I have seen plenty of gardens,
chocked full of bountiful greens,
but none the standard of grandpa’s,
with his chili’s ‘n chocko’s 'n beans.

So I believed grandpa was blessed,
with an...

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Two impish girls by a ridge of the sea
frolicked with wavelets  lapping merrily
as pink buckets  swayed, in each little hand
where clusters of moistened grains polished the sand
bedecking castles on bright August skies;
mermaids we dressed in ferns waiting to dry.

Patty and I guarded the...

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I’ve watched him whither. He came to me a decade ago, stooped in pain. The fine-boned features of his face and the clarity of his Irish skin still holding on to a genetic predisposition to beauty. He was a small man, but in height only,...

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The milky morning’s Saturn haze
Haloed the sun’s neonate phase
Seize the warmth, Hail to The Light!
No waspish thoughts to sting nor bite
this soft and cheerful face.

Shades to shadows stir and shift
saddened loss is set adrift
Kissed by the morn, cajoled, embraced 
To block the sun is vacuumed...

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an orchestrated night glitters 
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks 
fingered on silver keys

the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing

in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with...

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Lima describe how yours truly went Peru zing...

thru truckloads of his personal communiqués broadcast
(methinks quite some years ago) across world wide web,
but now still smarting from selfishness, I feel quite aghast.

Yes practically every word
needs be overwritten with bleep,
nevertheless, an intimation doth arise
regarding me-an utter creep,
whose...

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A winter’s chill has taken hold -
a grip that cannot be controlled.
And with it, creeping, comes a dread
which, having settled in my head,
has brought me back to things foretold. . . . 

to things I’d learned before the cold.
Long time before my growing old,
I could...

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Wild Bill Bailey loved his liquor
far too much for his own good-
Spent his days in smokey taverns
draining far more than he should.

Adeline had long suspected
as he rode off into town
that he'd rather wet his whistle
than get wed and settle down.

So she gave an ultimatum:
'Quit the...

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The Most High way, Abba Father,
your hands are full, always a-bless,
never ending- your palms of grace.
You are love…ing in a pow-er-ful way!

Hallelujahs forever born.
The light of sun, of color’s mirth.
The apt applause t’ward great I Am.
You are joy-ful, in a pow-er-ful way!

Heart’s rest, presence so...

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cajoled by love divine sublime
our soul ascends in timeless time
why fret when we are in a dream
delighting in images that stream
hark, oh hermit, to our hearts chime

27-August-2021...

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She is assertive.
When she does not want to do 
something, she lets you know.

She honors herself.
Her heart shows her the way.
She listens to her inner voice.
She is 13, and confident.

She cannot be cajoled, swayed, or lured.
She is her own person, following her path.
Making choices that...

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What did Pleasure do? She robbed you!
"But it was great while it lasted!"......Was it?


I walked a mile with Pleasure; she took my breath away,
She told me how she'd laughed and danced many nights away,
With unsuspecting people, whom she'd captured with her charms;
How she'd smothered and...

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Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s 
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled 
sparkling silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob, Jamie 
and I for a summer vacation. We had just...

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"The Stories that Flow when Not Thinking" 

Collaboration 
in the corner 
with poets 
and lovers

well hidden
in the noise
of words 
not said 

mouths are 
moving
not 
speaking 

minds 
watch on 
watching 
stories 

unravel 

at the party
lines are drawn
the watcher 
watches on

reads 
between choices, 

flowers 
plucked from walls...

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