Best Disallows Poems

You Rogue

You rogue, “you made a mess of me.”
First you held me like a flower,
which made me think that I would be
safe in your ivory tower.

But “we were built to fall apart.”
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
I thought you’d never hurt my heart.
Betrayal...

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If the magic of the now eludes us, 
it signals we are as yet fast asleep 
and caught in a mind trap, dark fears nonplus, 
deadening our sentience to love's bliss beep.
Ignorance borne of stupor is our sin, 
whose roots lie in attachment to this...

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Ma Bell, Where Art Thou?

I just constantly need to be shown
how to work half the gadgets I own.
At my now older age
the new “Smart” phone’s the rage;
I still have not mastered a DUMB phone!


(I posted the title again because Soup's title line
disallows question marks, which...

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The breeze of the morn she sought.
     Her eyes were wild, as she thought.
Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree.
     She marked her steps silently.
Sylphlike is her frame.
     She was a...

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Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,

nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon)...

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Tarot reading I desired.
She flipped each card and the world was before my eyes.
I thought that the spread would not have insight.
However, the cards did not lie.

I don't know this personally.
I am not one to believe a darn thing you tell me.
You are after something...

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Unseen forces like real native spirits
in red clay cliffs who show painted faces.
Singing songs echoed in faint voices:
tattered tribes, shamed souls, sacred spaces.
Hidden hurts of primitive peoples
have effects that only time erases.

Unseen forces from privileged powers
that move across ages in a raging rush.
Conquistadors, crusaders who...

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Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us.                                 ...

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scream of awareness

like factor fifty lotion
a screen of cognizance 
shields emotions in
rational thoughts

perceptions
illusions
mere grasps of appreciation
slice through an underworld
of dreams wishes misunderstanding

the past reeks through
misrepresents disallows 
creates a narrative of survival
in the here and now
which harbours goalposts
dead ends aberrations diversions

if the road is wide enough...

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I can no longer go here or go there;
My heart disallows me.
Unless, you command it differently.
Methodically, anxiously, my will goes to waste.
I cannot do without you.  
My heart is yours, indefinitely....

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I have heard prayers of others that, not only could  I not pray, but what I heard made me squirm.  These are dear and good people, and I feel that their hearts are in the proper place with the Lord.  Notwithstanding, ...

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I wrote these five rules which grew out of some uncomfortable ‘life experiences’.  Because of these rules, I am not a victim.

Rule 1.  I will not bow to the mindset that feeds me the idea that I am a victim.  My perception...

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Friday May 13th, 2022

An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia  struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never took a drink,
nevertheless he witnessed
and falsely accused of being a rat fink,
when everything but the kitchen sink
instantaneously disappeared in a...

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Struggle to write

Witnessed courtesy the following poetic sight
especially when dark shadows foretell edge of night
twilight zone expanding
into outer limits of width and height
obscuring webbed wide world
subsequently where black tentacles alight.

This poetic prologue feeble exercise to encapsulate commonplace frustration experienced by fledgling author evidenced by spurious...

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This is a Messieurs Temple of high rank that disallows entry.
Here comes disturbance and confusion to dissuade at the door.
We will run fast, lock the entrance, and shout; now all is done.
__________________________________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: 	SIJO IN A TEMPLE [16-16-14)
Penned on May 01, 2014!...

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