Best Deviously Poems

Dancing to the tune of iniquity,
Deviously artless in their silent retreat,
Elusively lashing out unjustly, 
Pelting out timorous creeds;
A casualty in their vapid beliefs,
Brought upon by diligent lunacy, 
Primed in erroneous ideologies....

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of this clever author, I longed to know.
Words from this expert...

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What Actually is School?

The Education Act 1996 (UK) defines a pupil as someone “for whom education is being provided at a school,” and as a person under 19, seeing a school as an educational institution outside further or higher education. I think more pupil needs...

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This lush green and putrefying smell is in what I rejoice.
Some humidity is enough for me to glide to and fro,
on dead leaves, under rotting branches...among preys and predators;
no limit of land and no society to dictate my behavior.
The earth of God, I revere for...

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Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee
Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea.
My tale is set in hoary times when fickle fate was by divine decree.
Then men were men who faced all odds, much sturdier than...

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From all the precious petals,
adorning my flower garden -
I choose only you.

In silent serene ambience,
your splendour is visible,
through an innocent grandeur.

Captivated by your tender satin aura,
I desire for each blossom to embrace me -
to be caressed by your lusciousness.

But resentful weeds bark like dogs,
their envious...

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There is a spy network deviously in disguise
Operating in Australia with their country's spies,
We even fund their operation
Right throughout our vast nation
Eating at Chinese restaurants, we should be more wise....

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You old muddy devil, back for more,
Surging to flood, you'd even the score.
I know you want to sweep me away,
Wouldn't stop 'til we're out in the bay.

Can't trick me though, I'm wise to your ruse,
House and garden you'd take for a cruise.
There were days when...

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Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without 
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain; 
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening 
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a 
tenured mantic
Trading the...

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Abecedarian poems are also known as alphabetical sequential writings.
Being deviously different and difficult to
Compile, compose and complete.  Consequentially combining
Determination and deviant, driven poets devote determined time, and  
Exercise extreme etymological enthusiasm 
For forging a fitting composition that
Guarantees generous grades, and gracious responses.
Hardly a...

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Rest in peace my charming friend; lo your body is now asleep but you spirit remains with us always. With our constant lively action, everything seems much more still without you here, but we shall remember and cherish you as you were-fun loving and full...

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The sound of Leather on hardwood
Classics, jerseys and sneakers on floor.
These instruments accompany the
Chorus of fans and haters
In unison they roar.

Deftly we move, we manouver
You can call it a dance 
With a wish
A common goal,
A spheroid of gold,
This bomb explodes with a swish!

This dance we've...

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If, as they say, the cells
of the body are replaced every seven
years, then I'm a new being
since my sons were newborn.
I have died and been reborn
neither better nor worse yet remembering
feeding them while dancing to Moment's
Notice, as they attended with new minds.

Having died, as such,...

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Knock-knock, Come in, hey Bernie what’s up? Harry, you want to go to Peru?
Peru? What’s in Peru? Active volcanoes! I’m going to jump into one. WHAT?
Abby left me and I have nothing to live for. Bernie, I’m not Dr. Kevorkian.
Come on H, I already have...

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Television’s unblinking eye 
is mesmerizing us,
addicting, time wasting, unhealthy
why is no one making a fuss?

I guess because we love it
entertaining us all,
setting us up with frivolity
before we take the fall.

Despite it’s informative content
it isolates each one,
sitting alone to watch the tube
thinking we’re having fun.

Sated with...

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