Best Drearily Poems

It was something
that brought a smile
to my face.

It had unusual underpinnings
with desirable overtones,
a pleasurable experience

as I wandered aimlessly
through concoctions Neanderthal
perpetuations ministered aloft

in dreams drearily
bound by time, space
glittery amidst synchronizing

to a land of make-believe
where all desires
could be fulfilled

it tantalized senses
drifting through subconscious
perplexity illuminating

dismal repercussions stifled
by cold...

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Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of 
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysicosexual spirits melding
into a one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers 
at be to a...

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I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the shore
of the vast and vacant sea,
the waves are buffing them away
and turning the sand sateen.
Beyond the berm and the waving...

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The evening dons a peaceful shroud
As windows teeter in the breeze.
Here, only lone sighs are allowed
Along the road, an endless wheeze.

While toilers saunter homeward bound
Reflecting hours quite drearily,
With tic- tac rhythm on the ground
Like shuffles of a weary tree.

Dim lanterns cut through brightened shade
With moonlight...

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The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
			And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
			Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
			I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety;
			A masked man in vast lands of vivacious vehicles,
			Each infusing ineffable idyllic ideas into my mind;
			Black and...

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The leafless, arthritic branches
of the sycamore and maple
trees stretched their grotesque, naked forms 
now stripped by the blasts of winter;
splaying drearily overhead 
casting cold, rickety shadows
over recently fallen snow.
A prevailing wind rushes through
the trees and a choir of creaks
begin their rasping rhapsody.
A momentary lull begins
and...

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So much talk of love is hocus-pocus,
    mumbo jumbo gibberish with relish.
You miss it when love's lost,
    but getting rid of it, when it goes off, is worse.
You can't take it out into the woods and run away.
You can't...

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the sloth yawns at time
inert, as listless minutes
turn wasted hours to years

work is left undone
avoided like a poison 
the very thought, repugnant 

the useless hand rules
in sluggish monotony
repeated “ad nauseam”

hear the weary sighs
a disinterest in ideas
thinking takes too much effort 

how dull the moments
how easy...

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Everybody's out having fun
on this lonely Saturday night.
Even your mom has a date
and your brother's with family.
Your sister's at a slumber party,
and even your preacher has plans.

So what do you do on a Saturday night?
When you ain't got plans
and your mama's out all night?

With a...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown poison instilled merely into my air 
Blossomless springs, rainless winters...

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Blending colors captured in a breeze
Offers up a tempting palate, tease!
Whilst roaming free above the swollen hills
Butterflies consider daffodils

Detained, I have become, in painted thirst
Swift swallows sing a merry song rehearsed
Oh! Fields of flowered glory, such delight!
Whilst dancing in the golden sun so bright!

In angst,...

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I am still on the field 
In search of pink roses for you.
I find you a beautiful rose but then
The shades of night have fallen,
Nyx has spread her garment upon us
The night is cold and drearily lonely
You have not come seeking for me
I tried to...

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How often do I hide in thick layers
of parading masks-- afraid to  reveal
the hardened ego which denies
a vanity ruled by a sordid past -
those matriarchal flaws, cracks from
violence, and lesions of snuffed anger
marked by wired illusions 
over time's unhealed grievances.

I smile with resistance existing...

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As I strolled through the street one day,
The oddest sight caught my eyes,
A man, only wearing rags,
But very wise,
Spoke words of knowledge, inspiration and advice,
How to care, how to share,
And just how to be nice,
To not judge people on what they’ve done,
But what they’re doing...

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VICKI ACQUAH·MONDAY, MAY 15, 2017

Blue skies are for lovers;
Not for mourners, and mothers.
I am searching the clouds.
Any sign would relieve my mind.
Needing the clouds, as weeds need the rain.
Slow pace, searching for a face;
Rain drizzle falls drearily, befitting my mood.
Searching those formatting gasses and vapors.
For...

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