Best Emphasise Poems

POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover for himself only and does not abide in the narrow...

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I gaze at those fireflies in
your butter-sweet eyes that shine,
succulent with white lush pulp
of love's purity,

you hue my wildflower heart
with hyacinth, as we twirl
like spring-shaded tulips in
life's regal-black psalms; 

mon cherie, I wish for stars
to sequin your shimmering
wine soul and cradle comets
of faith in your...

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Awoke with a feeling of deflation
The razzamatazz is over pressie’s given
Then a thought arouses me with a smile
Whilst the men watch the sport on this boxing day
A few cans in reach
We females can hit the sales with parking queues for a mile

Like a rugby match...

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Space for sale

Let me spell out our position 
Earth is certainly running out of space,
no obligation it’s your decision 
so my friend get ahead of the inevitable race,

we are offering a new world among the stars
a place for the future, luxury in Venetian red
grab this...

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Cuckoo Dancers

Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks
Commuters await their carriage
Adorned in business like macks
Trees sway in gentle breeze
Capable of more tension,
Performing their shedding of leaves
Far too many to mention.
 
Pigeon jumps on pigeon
Mating season for all to see,
Another squirrel scurries across the tracks,
Across...

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The day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds 
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
Chorused by gentle puffs of the morning breeze,
Sending leaves on the streets twirling like
ballerinas in a dazzling and mesmerising dance.
and the trees too,
waving their twigs like hands saluting people walking...

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Noticed the Nude lady from the rear
Within the full moon 
Such a unique image was imprinted in my memory
In my lifeless heart, it burned itself.

Ancient opponent's wailing can be heard in the distance
She approaches, grinning with her bare breast
She is Naked flaunting her wonderful curves...

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Why do we hold our hands as we do
When we pray
Is it relative to our thoughts
I hear us say
Is it so that we can see the children’s hands
So they don’t play
Or is it in reverence or a gesture
We do each day.

Palms together has been a...

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I agree

I see that we must now agree to disagree again,
we cannot all see eye to eye, it really is a pain,
at least, at last, we all agree to disagree again
does this means disagreement then is really all in vain,
for agreement of this nature, in...

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Swish thud goes the pendulum,
Giving every second significance,
With each moment as important.

Taking me into myself, for myself,
Able to access my abstraction,
Feeling my own presence positively.

The beats remind me of my heartbeat,
There, but not visible: just by intelligence;
Only these clocks emphasise the seconds.

Tradition can stink, but...

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The Green Silk Dress
Eons back in time, was a tall maiden fair
A long pair of legs and equally long blond hair.
A green silk dress, she once did espy
The colour would pick the green out in her eyes.

Daily she traveled to the emporium so grand,
She gazed...

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I am the word 
wrongly
used....misused/ In a 
layman's
terms I've been ill-
treated....abused/ A 
professional
might say I've been 
charged with
serious crimes such as
death....accused/ In 
circumstances
where a word for morally 
corrupt
desires would be placed, 
I've been
placed 
instead....confused/ In
situations and relations 
where
I've been understood and
carefully managed or 
used/ by
managers...

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Love is blind
Love is kind
Kind of nice
Kind of crazy
Crazy coot
Crazy voice
Voice in my bed
Voice in my head
Head towards the beast
Head away from danger
Danger is a trap
Danger is a stranger
Stranger than fact
Stranger than fiction
Fiction is a lie
Fiction is a story
Story of my life
Story for a child
Child...

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I washed my hands this morning when I visited the loo,
Then went and touched the tap, which you really shouldn’t do,
And then I scratched my nose, because I had an itch, 
Then with my bare hands I went and pulled the switch!

And then I went...

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Images for everything, 
Signs with ripe symbols,
Visuals about anything, 
With no long preambles. 

Instant recognition, 
Vital shapes in miniature, 
Evoking that retention, 
By a certain curvature. 

My feelings emphasised, 
My thoughts are taken, 
They’re compartmentalised, 
So that i do awaken. 

Holographs like hieroglyphics, 
Emphasise what’s...

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