Best Cloy Poems

SONNET PATHETIQUE

So sad Peter Ilyich; such anguished strife!
What is the tragic loss for which you grieve
An unforgot dark chapter in your life
So you must wear your heart upon your sleeve
That noble face that should exult your art
Betrays a tortured soul unversed with joy
In music, minor...

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THE LONGEST DAWN PART 3 H.C.SONNETS

There is nothing, everything, pain and joy
We can’t go back, struggle on for their sakes 
A blank sheet to fill, take heed of the ploy
Think twice move once keep an eye on the stakes
Turn around, look forward, which do you...

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As the blue bird called me to the pink ship
I then lived on an island with dry sands
I wasn't in a mood to let the chance slip
Looking at the crimson waves of warm life
I wished to taste the salt of human strife
In dazzling dance of...

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I come again to the site of my ruin
A desolate place of sand
And the sea from agony strum its tune
And the wind is volatile in my hand

I could not hold you, could not keep
The water rushing from the shore
My heart a willow remembers and weep
Your...

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Sweet things don't always cloy.  
The rainbow comes and goes 
and lovely is the rose.  
But few drinks bring me joy 

and the taste I favor, 
that Splenda in the glass,
that dance of bubbly gas.  
Ahhh...Diet Coke; savour.  


* Credit Wm...

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THE DEEP OCEAN OF THE MIND


The warm pebbles touch  my foot,  my sole,
In the turbulent shallows of tide  and wave.
My waking  self feels the  moon and sun pull.

And  hidden in shells are beauteous oyster pearls  
Of a magical...

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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
                             ...

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The breaking,
 the shaking;apace
  my king's fall is rise
   my land is anon taken.
                     The antic,
      ...

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Nonce, twaffling and outgrabbish trolls,
pilgriffed and trumbled threen by doggerel.

All did amphigorous cleem to shwangle the shweeng,
and shming the shmengle without shmee.

Alas! Alack! Alloy! 
Jimble! Jingle! Twimble! Twoy! 
Jabberwocks and jumblies;
Trinkles and troys,
With toves and raths
In joves did cloy....

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Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!

The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy, 
Timely changes in weather never my glee block;
Rays of golden sun,...

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Each day breathes new joy 
In the nightingale’s cloy song 
Warbling freedom...

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By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was to be destin’d.
And I in pain then lov’d this timid croon,
That disposition of mine redefin’d
Against the verdure that beside had...

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This poetic blurb not meant to annoy
divulging, when just a whippersnapper boy
me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed 
   without questioning why doctor best remove adenoid
pat response told less to prevent sole son tubby coy

than fear Harris heir, would not inherit carnival throne
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O Grunge Princess, I know today your love
brims over, idle, for the rebel boy
like weed you keep, unsmoked, sitting among
your secrets in a box; the smells they cloy
and force you into longing. Come what may,
Space Mermaid, your boy is just a dream.
He's not your happiness,...

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It's not the same without the snow,
since I have moved out west.
I could not walk, I could not drive;
no more snow was my quest.

But then I came to realize
the beauty of the snow.
I miss the flakes and their soft fall,
but how was I to know?

Out...

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