Best Draught Poems

how proper that I found you for
      my farewell, midst those dunes
        ...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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Oh Halloween babe
born under October's moon
weave with forlornment
your bewitching adornment
of a harvest leaf festoon.

Faces in pumpkins
awake memories of when
the children were young;
and "Trick-or-Treat!" rung
the holiday...

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I stand here by the ocean, heart in hand
          A tender place that you and I...

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In awe and angst, my Mind exploding-
Near to truth, but nothing knowing! 
In Sadness sought, my Soul is sewing;
Weaving woes my Heart bestowing 
Exhausted brain,...

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Through raven’s eye, viewed I my fate, blood scribed upon the ground,
whilst shadows of the darkwood’s dead, stood solemnly around.
Accusing faces staring down, from purgatory’s...

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Savoured roots at the tip of a spade
Dying leaves escape their own tree’s shade
We’re in a draught, spare me your tears
Unless you’re a portfolio full...

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It was once the pride of a prairie farmer not too many years ago.
Now, long abandoned it stands forlorn on a wind-blown plateau.
Its rusting blades...

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Where in the night sky would I seek
to find the daughter of love,
while Phobos rounds Mars close cheek
tho' Deimos breaches slower above. 

Never wanted to...

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Why do we have pairs of scissors?
Since that's how they've always been known,
why do we care why we call them a pair
when one is no...

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Grey clumper
Our old grey clumper horse,
 bit by brown snake, bad egg,
The horse stood on him, snake struck a leg,
Grey had him pinned, stomped snake...

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This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song

I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught
Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst
Of Hope,...

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“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting...

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Scent Of Paddy Flower

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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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