Best Effigies Poems

It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship.
Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch.  
In time, it became the haunting clang upon a reef.
A macabre Nic Nac for cliques that ruled the deep.

They returned like blue birds, lonely for a...

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A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.

Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile,
Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning moon streams into the shadowy room;
and mirrors crack as restless spirits appear that she has evoked. 

Thick, tall beeswax candles...

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I can see us now Luv,
pettin ponies, musing in warm moon light,
free versin in satin style, a smile born from genuine form,

Two hearts too stubborn for apologies or effigies of maybies,
sunburned by stardom, kingdom of monsters fathomed,
forlorned by the "Cloak and Dagger" of fox hunt...

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If you come to find me 
Look no further than you must
For I will be burning effigies
A conspiracy is afoot
Some might say I spend too much time alone
Too much time in the attic of my brain
I have fake conversations with myself
Some might say I spend...

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Barbarous reason rejoices
and draws strength dispensing death.
Its celebration comes with
cold effigies of blood soaked,
ravaged, masked graves of silence,
leaving any subsequent regret
within the heart of the stonecutter.
The suffocating privacy
of each muddy sepulcher
calls out its loss-but who will listen
through the rumble of the caissons roar?
Fear has no...

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“Clap your terrible wings, vivacious serpent of old!
Imagine my plight as dangerous as your spite,
Stomp your clawed feet on these prison floors,
Peace shall always follow the sink of your fangs…”

Silenced were the wailing demons round,
Crouched low alongside such a soaring and broad master
His wings widening,...

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Creative musing enthralls her psyche,
minute thoughts dance before her eyes,
waiting to be written before they
go astray within the confines of the mind
where cobwebbed effigies shadow her 
enlightenment.

Gestation occurs, words labor to be born,
one minute adhering to the womb of her intellect,
the next forcing their way...

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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi


Upon my quest for quintessence.
I was an amorist, 
positive in poetic philosophies.
Elysian and empyrean effigies,
enlightened in an ephemeral existence.
Life a fragile garland 
festooned with a frangipani fragrance,
meandered in meadows of melodies,
a mouthpiece to a frivolous...

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A GUNPOWDER PLOT

The 5th of November is a day to remember,
Children get excited from September, 
The sound of fireworks reverberate,
And bonfires with effigies of a life like
Guy Fawkes commemorate
What might have been a very bad turn, 
If Parliament was then to burn!
The origin of this...

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Beside Every Iridescent Node Grows
Beauty, Eyeing, Instigating, Nodding Gracefully.
Bounty Energizes Inundating Nascent Growth.
Brilliant Emerald Ignites Newborn Grains.

Bathers Each In Nuance Gather.
Beyond Eternity, Infinite Night Gropes. 

Beside Emerging Isotopes Nonchalantly Grasping 
Bottle-necked Entities In Nature’s Great 
Beneficence Engages Ideology's Non-sequitur
	Givers.

Bare endings. Idols Neglected Gape.
Basking Ecclesiastic Idiosyncrasies...

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much.  There’s a telephone by the bar.  I watch people talk...

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In the sloping corners of humankind hangs the skeleton.
Ghosts are not hidden and flowers are exhausted,
Although some folds shelter beauty and
the old man can smile for some seconds
while he scratches the sky looking for
a ball that may glitter inside all.
The players cannot find the secret...

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Elegant in burnt orange afterglow, 
sparkling starlight opens the show.
Neighbors and strangers appear all aroun’, 
porch lights and car lights enlighten the town.

They arrive afoot and atop handlebars.
Tots wave from strollers like famed movie stars.
Mothers bellowing orders to stay in sight, 
transgressors will rue being...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and pleas of mindless fingers
for out there
on the receding promontary's rising...

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