Best Chauffeurs Poems

When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.

My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets...

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There’s a house out across the creek, 
just an old rundown two-room shack.
Each time I drive out past it now, 
those memories come flooding back.

It’s the house that held my childhood, 
where all fifteen of us were raised.
A loving piece of treasured youth, 
only a...

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Advertising triolet poem with narrative:


 Toyota Revo
(triolet)

A four-wheel drive,even purchased as second-hand
Still runs smoothly and safe, never trundles around
With its superlative engine, mileage is grand
A four-wheel drive, even purchased as second- hand.
Best gasoline saver, once we've Toyota brand
A snazzy car for trippers,  now we...

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Her single bouquet
of white roses
slowly expire,
in a cheap crystal vase,
atop a dust-laden
bookshelf.
Petals crying
a lover’s lament
are overheard by
out-patients of Eros
and other
nameless receivers.

She scrapes
her flushed face
against the claws
of a stuccoed wall.
Hidden cutlery
shares space
with buried photographs.
Scores of broken nails
and bleached hair follicles
float so neatly
in rusty brass tureens
filled with...

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Unquotable quotes: Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen – XXV (Part Two)

Which Asian “King” would crown himself “Emperor” during an elaborate theatrical ceremony while facing and exhorting the ruins of his Illustrious Ancestor’s capital?
Which commoner army captain would seize power through skill and grit to crown himself...

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whilst at kettle pond lake casino 
wouldn't you know it started to snow

over the hill we slide
crashing limousine ride
the chauffeurs driving really did blow


2/10/18
this is for 
kettle pond lake contest
gl all...

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Spring heralds a new beginning 
She fosters a rebirth,
Gloom is replaced with mirth,
Newness is obvious as the morning.

Many await her entrance,
There’s a lavish display of colours,
Beauty pervades in its symmetry and contours,
Awakening is seen from a distance.

Withered boughs bloom,
Nature enlarges its room,
Spring chauffeurs a time...

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I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.

Moms of today are different…often they go out with their heads bare
because of this we don’t often realize…all the...

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Talking to trees
In nature's bliss

Spring holds sway
Decongesting nature's way

Feeble boughs bloom
Hope finds a room

There’s a resurgence 
And gloom’s divergence 

Exotic fragrance fills the air
Butterflies come out of their lair

There’s a lavish show of colours 
In shades, symmetry and contours

Spring harbingers a rebirth
Dawn chauffeurs mirth

Nature is...

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Humans are like magnets,
There are links between us,
Through our minds, we are connected,
Our minds trestle the bridge between us.

The mind is where the dream starts,
The mind is where the vision is birthed,
It opens the door to reality,
It chauffeurs the visible.

Nature speaks,
Its voice is heard in...

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Many exit when covered, while others nake’
Some wish to leave, while others hesitate
When the latter comes, the former hides the face
The journey for brave, courage it necessitate’

The journey for combatants, the journey for all
The journey for chauffeurs, the journey for all
The journey for the inadequate,...

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Insufficiency holds sway,
Dawn chauffeurs meagre segments,
In this ambience, the children play,
Anticipating their paltry fragments.

Homes wear a sombre look,
Nothing delightful to cook,
The furniture is worn out and spent,
Dilapidated and bent.

Vacation is too much of a luxury,
Hands are dutiful in domestic drudgery,
Children wear undersized and patched attire,
At...

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I stand at the bank of the river 

where my father used to come,

Twilight brings him here,

He stands and watches,

Lost in the ambience,

Embraced by a presence,

He didn’t bother if I stared at him,

Or if I was engulfed with fear,

It was a refreshing time for him,

He...

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Unexplained encounters,
Undulating terrain,
I'm standing in the rain,
Hemmed by downers.

I find myself in a direction,
A way I know nothing about,
A route that's beyond discretion,  
It's an everyday bout.

Where are the answers that I seek?
To unravel the mystery in my walk,
To refrain the hands of the...

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The scent of reading, 
It pervades our chambers,
The dew of knowledge,
It moisturises our being.

The scent of reading,
It diffuses into a hidden part,
Concealed in our subconscious mind,
Stealthily it comes to the fore when needed.

The scent of reading,
Like the aroma of flowers in spring, 
It envelopes us,
We...

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