Best Draughty Poems

Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,

Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts...

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Come back my feather-
may I steal the artist's words.
Now that you are gone
everything seems pointless and unbearable.

Come back my feather.
Give me a sign.
You know you are my good omen.
Appear from nowhere slowly swinging in the air,
land gently on my palm and stay with me.

Come back...

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Danger lurked in each alleyway 
pungent smells could not overcome it
fear gathered hanging darkly

Terror striking minds all edgy
creeping fear filling the dark pit
danger lurked in each alleyway

Draughty eerie winds  blow fiercely
ahead a faint glow, a light lit
fear gathered hanging darkly

The screams I can hear...

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SPRING     WILL     COME

Small birds in draughty nests behind my brick chimney know that spring will come.
Fixing the gutters in leaky boots, my son knows that spring will  come.
Herds of caribou hurrying to cross the still-solid ...

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Why I married him God knows,
For all that glitters is not gold,
Was it pride or just ambition,
Was I just a mirage sold.

I’m a woman not a Queen
For a King that wants it all,
Beauty, trinkets, the good life,
His demands take quite some gall.

They forget that I’m...

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Halloween Night


     High above the dark and haunted land where    

     A pale moon casts scary shadows on the ground.

     Lanterns lit to illuminate the darkness there.

   ...

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Billy the Squid and the Octopus Kid
Live in the sea in an old dustbin lid
Who would have thought that an old dustbin lid
Could ever be somewhere that sea creatures hid

But sharks mean and nasty and ever so crafty
Also live there where at least it’s not...

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Extolling the great

Protest poetry is a waste of time 
He is a victim of the lion
And the man in the middle
A poet who write nationalistic poems 
Will be extolled by the elite
He might even get an income never be free
To write what he wants 
Less...

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It was intriguing, this cold dead ash.
Your grief, stained and white in a blue china bowl.
A handful of coarse sunlight spilled onto tears,
You lift your eyes, like a retreating creature troubled
By sawrming cries and phantom faces.
Somewhere in the distance, our door lay open.
We stop at...

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The washing’s all done 
But it’s raining outside,
The coal fire is burning
So I sneak in to hide
Between  fireplace 
And clothes horse,
The fireplace being 
The only heat source.

A refuge of warmth on 
A cold winter’s day
‘Til mam comes to find 
And chase  me away....

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SUPPORTING ARTISTE
When I used to tell people I was a film extra, or ‘supporting artiste’ as we preferred to be called, they would say, “How glamorous, mixing with all those stars.” But, of course, the reality is not like that. You get up at 3.00...

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Draughty rafters, creaks and groans
Is it wind or Timmy Jones
Not in school nor home in bed
Did he roam or lose his head 
So much time since Timmy passed
Neither first nor the last

Such reputations can’t be shed
Hard to sever ones own head
Kiss the pistol-tip instead
One shot...

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Granny`s spooky house
My granny has a spooky house she has a spiders web
She keeps it in her room at night just above my bed.

I cannot take my eyes of it however hard I try
As it unwraps its prey from its shiny web and slowly eats...

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If remembering  is hopeless, then it’s time to resign
But its easy to say, than to perform rightly 
Time shifts down slowly, crosses the final line
And red turns to brown, showing its time to flee
Who on earth now desires to die for a consideration
Now art...

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