Best Dexterity Poems

POTD 6th Sept 2019

When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to...

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Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your...

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Perhaps in a row they sit on their chair.
At their small object they all like to stare.
In an upside down world, the room’s silence grows.
They...

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I started sucking my thumb until it looked like a plumb
Things didn't feel any better so I poured a glass of rum
Some will imagine I'm...

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I thought you the Master of Expression
               Your verbal dexterity
 ...

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I would write a little poem
if I weren't a little gnome
Little gnomes have gnarled fingers
where no pen can ably linger

All my writing's done, you see
by...

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Written: December 30, 2023
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Embrace the oxymoron, if you will.
Shall...

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Written: January 1st, 2023 

Rumi's verse, "The desert beckons us as if it were the oasis,"
         ...

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THE DALLAS COWBOYS

Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the...

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DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST

Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life,...

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LOVE ME LOVE MY INK

Did I make you happy?
Did I use my dexterity?
Did you fall in love?
Did you love the ink?
My hand is ready 
Tell...

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Somewhere beside the myrtle rose blooming white
By nutgrass overgrown, a palm tree sways in soft moonlight
Like an angel from the throne, and somewhere there
In your...

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THE DAY I VISITED GIORGIO V.
The day I visited Giorgio V.
It was poetry that received me :
Poems lined after poems
Like the military in morning parade...

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CHESS GAME
Chess, friend imitates life
and every movement has its time
and to everything the soul gives lair
and all body incorporates ...

           QUEEN
Always unusual,
vain...
Eccentric
and singular
her force causes
noise ......

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of...

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