Best Craftily Poems

As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.

As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK! He cursed her for all his lost dreams…
WHACK! For missed opportunities, and failed schemes.
WHACK! Dad would hit his punching bag...

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From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes in-between
I woke up to the crowing of cocks
And the mooing of cows
I woke up to the leaping of calves
And the...

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I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely to me,
Inquiring on Christ and His sheep
She too, spoke to...

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Inspired by Cyrus William
The truth was concealed with many branches.  Countless 
are the days I happily lingered in the comfort of your shade 
before passionate winds revealed each of your limbs as too 
weak to support natural, core growth.  Your delusive roots 
cannot...

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They say the one you think of last before sleep,
Is the one you care for the most— the one you wish to hold, admire, love…

The two of us…beings of bravery,
Had labored all the night, 
In harmonies livid, longing and bright…
In music so construed in golden...

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I would say, Poetry is an art in verse.
From deep inside the Poet brings out
Revelations of self, nature, life.

Poet, Poetess - skilled writers in verse,
Paint for us imagery of abstract thoughts,
An art that can "move" us to the core.

We "see" what they write and reflect
On...

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Yikes, all I feel is attitude with zero Christmas mood.
Blessed am I for Jesus’ birth and sacrificial rood,
but Santa and his deer had best just skip our roof
or I might very well rage out on every furry hoof.

All my Christmas feel of unique is long...

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Opening the door to Pandora’s box where chaos descends
As the wickedness of the locusts descends upon this world 
giving birth unto passions that have no heavenly equity 

Craftily-constructed plausibility draws away the inexperienced mind
held captive within the wounds of prejudice that are licked by a...

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Mixed up stuff in a dumpster truck
Placed in front, lost out lady luck

Cut up chunks of a coral snake
Left in an oven too cold to bake

The dyed rice in a toxic brew
That if eaten leaves eyes askew

Yellow red and burnt out browns
Craftily topped with lemony...

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I wanna hiding  with you and escape
from this moody realm  in bathyscaphe
that  made from one pea seed or nutshell,
but inwardly this little chamber 
must been craftily and exactly  
prepared as yacht of Abramowitz,
with precious dine room, cupboard, sofa, nice kitchen,
and others...

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ARISE   AFRICA
Arise shine Africa, arise
Awake sleeping giant of the universe
Shine your utter light to illuminate
The dark edges of your continent
Break away from the Traders’ fetters and chains of drill
Thunder your voice from the top hill
Though the beads of your sweat and tears
Tickles down...

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Terrence the Turkey was feeling quite perky
Passing time in his rafter and doing no harm
No fighting nor squabbling, just gabbling and gobbling
Turkey talking turkey down on the farm.

Whilst having a natter, tame turkey type chatter
Before his two eyes his mate Thomas got nabbed
His shocked first...

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Beautiful Brenda was bewitched by a man she created in her novel,
Blissfully absorbed in her imagination with this man she marveled.
Boats and the sea were his lifelong passions.
Besotted with the ocean, it sparked supreme satisfaction.

Beguiled with this boater, Dan, the author had imagined,
Brenda futilely fantasized...

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Gray wispy clouds skillfully painted
Encapsulate the sun
While birds' tunes craftily are sung
A new day's play starts to run

Some birds still are quietly nodding
To a rhythm all their own
But the doves awaken early
Before the sun rays are shown

There is a Dove of Peace Who doesn't
sleep, He's...

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