Best Clayed Poems

I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom, 
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus,
my rare perfumed wings unfurl strength~pirouetting like a ballerina in the velveteen clouds, 
gracefully gliding toward mountains clayed with honeysuckle-glazed...

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Comes now the hush of white flowers
as borealis crawls into the night,
my spirit enfolding light 
of incandescent earthly bowers...
clayed marbles tint the hours
dazzling me with budding sprite,
comes now the hush 

And to feel sand and air in a weave 
the unwrapping of moon is bright,
my...

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Along the tracks of Grandma's quaint backyard, her lavender perfume reminded me of my early teenhood,
digging the soil to thresh the roots as I buried seeds through its clayed womb.

 In this late hour, my eyes feel her calm laughter, speaking to each blossom and...

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Oh! This train so superb
So still of lots dreams
Many of which we all absorb
The state full of huge worries
A state to get in unwillingly.

To one corner a man wonders
The other cage women cry
Unaltered yells of all creatures
Getting tears that never dry
Broken hearts dying slowly.

Love is...

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Test many people are unaware this
 relishing the thought
 Many things have been purchased and bought
 what is a human a thing
 Unless my color is my being
Been birth and born
Shackled dragged and torn
Been a mess been established and put on a shelf
 I was...

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green as foliage’s in the sun;
Beauties are forever.
resplendent as the constellation
of stars,
Sunshine's are gems, rare;
of creatures divinely clayed.

hues of gold,
scents of tulips.
the charm, of a river nymph
fleshed-up in the graces of 
heaven - Sublime.

angels are known and felt before
the tick of one second;
You are one,
a...

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flowing, carousing, swirling on libra
winds, the tips of floral thumbs
spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl
caressing lips of leaves
more temperate in shades of october’s
fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia,
deepening the incense of quite solitude
away from the burst of soaking, reeling spring...
it is the time for holy retreat...

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The night I bed in darkness,
The moon I kissed good night,
The stars I embraced formally,
The sky I waved a thousand hands;
The song I sang to the owl of the night
But I  did nothing to the cruel cow!
Oh! Mother Nigeria has sang again
Upon the weeping...

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A tribulation of torment and pain;
Lunacy of the mind's deepest recess.
A profound hurt no man would ever fain;
A heinous cry he would try to suppress.

Madness begets temptation ere' we sin;
An aggrieved mind is our darkest harbor.
Confession's quick where the pain is within;
Torture's known to pierce...

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He sat among the broken Calabash
With a broken red lips weeping.
His elephant like muse hidden behind
The earthless atmosphere crying like a child.
His venom birthed sadness among the sadist,
He watched the parrotted parrots parrotting by;
They were writing on the papers instead of him.
He saw the Eagles...

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The rain---sounds like catapults fired on our roof 
drops like palm kernels---splash on the back cover
 of our black pots, Stamping the roof like horse 
galloping on a narrow bridge. Is it war ? we ask
 ourselves. And...

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They put their concerns on the
large container in the corner
it was enough for me to tease their imagations
of it's content.
It had a music notes on the side
and made mention of
awareness
it

one side sported a scence of
a red clayed area were
a road
a lnoly road went throuht it
it...

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To form me, my God’s hands molding into shape;
Forged by fire, by breathing into me;
To form me He co created me, 
With my parents sexual relationship deemed copulate;
To form shaped soul encased, in physical clayed flesh, blood whole;
Forged by fire- flesh, spirit mind and soul;

Pick...

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Ostentatious pirate was known as Jade.
On Seven Seas her reputation made.
Feet of her crew were flimsy and clayed.
Order of day was a fresh escapade.

Men were smitten. Plans were swiftly laid.
Noble men arrived with dog and maid.
Women overboard in Everglade.
Enthused their excitement took months to fade.

Jade’s...

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