Best Dully Poems

...and the Demon spoke,
its voice deep and mellow like smooth satiny chocolate,
"There is more, much more than good and evil,"
the words thunderously whispered.
The verdant emerald...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked...

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Looking through the broken mirror of time, 
I visit times and places from the past.
To have loved never should have been a crime; 
Yet, somehow...

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The day’s eyes closing bidding goodnight
Stroking the skies bitter reddish copper
Wind arrested folklore settling low
Lit only by the soft blushing of candlelight 
My final stanza...

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A blank screen faces a writer
   Intimidating  
   All that open space
What are the writer's odds?

A blank face stares dully...

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The name of my sidekick was Benjamin, a fellow church member
An ornery, brown haired boy who had nothing in common with me
Save for his sudden...

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I stole her away…
That was no innocent child
She was full of wisdom I would never attain,
That not even a martyr of a thousand years could...

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Naked

Unarmed I stood against the beast
Defending what was mine
The theft of my guileless innocence
His most cruel, remorseless crime

Fighting slings and arrows
Words that cut me to...

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Clare's hands were clasped upon her lap,
upon her crown, a veiled black lace hat.
A shattered calm she wore;
that took on strength
self-steadied after several drinks

If one...

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"Those who have gone astray, whom [the Holy Spirit] itself begets, usually go
astray also because of the Spirit.  Thus, by this one and the...

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Such sunlight shining down on me. . . .
No clouds above, like dungaree, 
hung dully, shielding everyone
from beaming grins of Mr. Sun,
who graces us with...

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One lopes through 
his dense tree occupied domain,
  thinly dappled,dispersed stripes 
            ...

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I was once misfortuned with being called a tool
by a man who believed I was most often the fool.
By a soul who only ever acted...

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Suspended . . . tormented, in a mind so distant
I arrive at the said destination with a sigh. . .
What I expect is mortifying
What lies...

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26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove

Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side 
 Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered...

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