Best Drawling Poems

(A Paul Callus co-write) 

The tempest came from nowhere; it took me by surprise
The wind and drawling thunder tried hard to quell my cries.
The darkness felt so heavy, my heart dejected, blue
Then light, all of a sudden, changed that when I met you.
I thought I...

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Last time it rained was in April.
                                      It...

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My life was droning along, quite monotonously
like a tired, worn-out song... drawling endlessly

Then one day it happened- two whole lives affected
a simple letter was penned, something unexpected

The letter said “How 'bout it? Can we write a poem together?”
I wanted to say “I doubt it” and...

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Wintry night, the clouds were churning
While the lightning lit the sky
The old house it shook and trembled 
As the howling wind went by.

I put out the waning candle
Total darkness all around
It felt cold, in bed I snuggled
Heard the thunder’s drawling sound.

It took ages till I...

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All day long the clouds lay hanging
thick and gloomy in the sky.
Night approached. The wind was restless;
it gave out a ghostly cry. 

Eerie lights blinked in the darkness,
shadows dancing in between.
It was chilly, thunder drawling.
What a night for Halloween!

Costume clad, excited children
knocked on granny’s welcome...

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A cloudy blanket sheaths the peaks, 
Wrapped in blue, they look enthralling, 
Emerald trees behold the sight! 

Milky river of mist like creeks
flows overhead this scene sprawling, 
What a magical view and bright! 

Here is found peace that this heart seeks, 
When the morning sun...

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Is it her calling?
I was just drawling
pictures of my feelings.

All these killers and retards 
we should be healing,
Insted we are keeping 
them from the world.

Tis it was the greatest story ever told
until our memories were sold.

Help us, lord
ashes to ashes 
and dust to dust
are the...

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One against many

A peace campaigner,
Anti war protester,
Brian Haw U.K. Cristian
Dedicated to his beliefs,
His rectitude a mirror,
People of opposition 
How could ever bear,
The One against many !

Blue plaque erected,
His death marks an end
To a historic enterprise,
As we attend the funeral
Assemble to pay tribute
And celebrate peace,
Fighting till...

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THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
 
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
 
“They vanished in thin air”

“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
 
“I know no butterfly kisses”

Yes! They told me like this:

I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels
Drawling how irresistible...

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My pen pleads 

Lonely nights offer moments of silence
and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste
Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath
as if that will help the words flow

Upon closer inspection I find
fancy patterns on the dining room tablecloth
mimic the movements...

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Am I from thine amity pleas'd,
So tell thou how in me eris'd
Of Joy the sorrow and the dawn,
Of Beauty mistery and frown:

'Tis sung in here the sighing sail,
The waves,the sea- forsake!
Will ever rest the Foaming tail?
Or come to border- the heart's bleeding lake.

Dost not I...

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Oh wow a mystic meaning manifesting majestic majorities. In a purple eclipse. In a towel hung geometrically on a towel rail. Hum then. Queues upon queues of geometricians on hoops. Linguistic lingering then. Leaping. 1 2 3 static clothes horse jump. And a sanctimonious tissue...

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Roundup lassoes, swinging
Roping stars of wide open country
Sweetheart moon is swooning
Cowboy smiles wrangling darlins
Tobacco spitt’n anywhere the varmint wants

Yellow taxis the color of the sun
Brighten the slate gray egregious city
The pace of walkers as short
Or long as the length of their legs
Spoiled dogs slow them...

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is there an end to the hurting 
to all the crying 
is the end near 
maby if i shout the can hear 
the tortured cries
that escape when my body dies
i can feel my life drawling to and end 
and i turn the last bend 
things...

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We Are Anticipateing Your Arrival
The Minutes Are Growing Longer
As Your Moms Contractions Are Drawling Stronger!

Will It Be Tonight
Are You Ready To Come Out
And See The Light?

Were Paceing, And Talking,
walking In Our Sleep
In Anticipation Of Your Arrival

I Know When It Is Gods Time
For You To Come...

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