Best Cleverly Poems

WALLPAPER

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Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me...

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Dead Men Do Tell Tales

 I saw, the rot of sad, deep selfish desires,
 burning endlessly in clever fires
 Piles of cash a tall mountain...

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When the sun kisses each drop of rain,
spirited colors warm the heart...
like a wind wisped feather,
landing lightly on the soul.

Romance calls,
from a fresh faint whisper
mingled...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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You give me the desire
a love for composing 
word symphonies
yet you give me
the cross of mediocrity
to bear
day by day to know
there are others 
who are...

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Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting  “Trick-or-Treats.”

And eagerly we’ll each collect 
Confections in a bag.
Fellow...

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Poetic words on
paper creased,
tell beauty of a
mind unleashed…
Pen is to paper - as
chalk is to slate.
Your mind is a
canvas - that I’ll
illustrate.
You’ll envision an
image artfully
crafted,
when...

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“There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.” - Jim Henson

Most people hopefully know that feeling
when things just happen to “click” between...

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Around since 1885,
These playing cards contain
A fascinating history
That Google helped obtain.

My favorite fact’s from World War II.
(It’s more than rumored lore.)
Some special decks were sent...

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From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
 Third poet in my poet dedication series

Part One:
 
Curtain rises and we see as Raven's...

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As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame

As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an...

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The night is the blackest
and the coldest I've known.
The town, so small
it should not be called a town,
is still with its own malice.
I have grown...

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Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.

Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.

Blackbirds...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly...

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I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need...

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