Best Curtly Poems

The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe

   Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse,
  ...

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Our encounters of life and its struggles
Endowed amidst the peaceable silence,
Crisp leaves veiling life, into a wonder
Night curtly lull, in early calm slumber.

Time will come,...

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the...

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A sodden dreg with wooden leg is dancing for a dime,

to sacred psalms and other balms, all ticking with the time.

He’s 22, he’s almost through,...

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As the music flows in my mind and soul, 
I dance around in the sun kissed fragrant fields, 
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass....

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I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching 
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.

Then, I noticed...

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She shed her clothes; fur and silk first
Petrichor lingered in her hair
Seraglio was the holy-grail
For most women of the enlightened age.
Not for her; Chatoyant lady...

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In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil,
I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will,
but I could...

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A FLAG AND A *** BUT DON’T ASK DON’T TELL

curls of twisted smoke 
The wisp of a whisper in a woman’s breath
Chest rising, falling and...

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A twist of smoke 
The wisp of a whisper in a widow’s breath
Chest rising, falling and once gain rising
But none of this is a surprise...

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During the pre-evening liturgy
Betwixt a shabby stall
Irate I sit scribing seasoned verses
Silent as an infant in production

Whilst the slaughtering of pacifism
Across the universe ‘tis my...

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A dynast in the storm-razed
polity will ask-
for a pardon.

By choice there was
no suicide. You will
eat the clouds one day.

Taking the brunt,-
living  near the sea...

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if there was no poetry, my dear,
even kisses and hugs would be confined.
your lips without color,
your cheeks with no pinch,
the cold crass wind that teases...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president ***** (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt...

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You may sometimes despair, burdened by the day
But what is the anguish; share with me some of your pain
Do not for once worry; I am...

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