Best Enfeebled Poems

The inky black water sucks her in further
As she descends into the black depths of the abyss
Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it reaches
Possessing her every inhalation – exhalation - it envelopes her with force
Takes her heart, reaches for her soul, it’s now...

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I listened to his heart profusely, 
For a beat like his was much to ponder
I often wondered, his thoughts, and,
A light in me knew, with wretched wonderment
What the whispers in his mutterings meant to me

They promised no salvation
And they lusted more than I could possibly...

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It was once the pride of a prairie farmer not too many years ago.
Now, long abandoned it stands forlorn on a wind-blown plateau.
Its rusting blades slowly turn at the whim of every passing breeze.
It has weathered the storms of summer and the bitter winter's freeze!

It...

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At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode

Fast by his threshold 
A low moan issued from his room
I made open the unlocked door
And so I happened upon him
Mightily taking his mistress
My...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

after William Dunbar

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest in bounty and in beauty clear
and in every virtue that is held most dear—
except only that you are merciless.

Into your...

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Looked up and down, right and left
Wondering why life suffers a theft
Subtracted beauty from my chin cleft
 
If I deserved and preserved the best
My love could lavish to attest
Why my love passed a preset test
 
Under dodgy durations of circumstances
Pummeling endeavours made in instances
That diminished...

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Bourne loosely through the chill gusts,
Disordered fragments of summer's life go hurried by,
Harried to their last resting places
Into piles of brittle, browning drifts
Scattered on stiffening ground.
A cold sun, coursing ever more briefly
Across these hard, blue-white skies,
Presides above a sleeping landscape steeped in dying hues,
The last...

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Number 6 of
THE JENNIFER POEMS



“Be that Miss Jen?” shuddered my voice.
Oh Eros, for three barren year I have waited.
“Alloo,” came from the other end, soft , softer
Pulling my very heart from my enfeebled chest.
That voice, the fuel of my hitherto dying soul; 
Voice of Jen....

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Once in a time a story begins
So many believe and some repent
People do live in a kind of teases
But a few of them do live of hunt
               
A berk is a...

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Let out a laugh if you’re lousy,
Add some amusement to aches,
Utter an outburst when under the weather,
Giggle your way through the shakes,
Howl if you’re feeling heart-sore,
Titters are good for infliction,
Enfeebled and exhausted? Try some elation,
Roll in the aisles, my prescription....

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MY CAR MY BUCOLIC.
    
 The speed of my automobile exclusively,
 Depends on the wheelman which earth born, 
 Crave where the passengers await it's destination,
 Seeing an endless road ahead.
 Every four years is it's renewal with the,
 Hope of getting...

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These days, when He watches her, she unconsciously moves 
                      a fringe of hair to veil her eyes, 
and even that is cause for...

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Waking up, I'm shaken by an awful thought:
it's not a sunny February morning,
but heartwarming wishes on Facebook
alleviate the anxiety of a gloomy feeling
to enliven the mood and be immensely grateful
to God and do what is worth living for, but
is the state of being old that...

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Beautiful... Is all they see
oblivious to the crippling underneath
Not of limb or sight nor speech 
enfeebled truly when it comes to need
The potters wheel held steady spin
yet hands that formed were cruel
creating pieces that could never be used
as vessels expected to depend

A ladders rung that...

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We the enfeebled of the incited states of confusion, ordered to deform a more perfect union, 
establish just Them, insure narcotic tranquility, provide for the common everything, promote 
Welfare, and procure the dressings of Liberty to Them and Their posteriors, do profane and 
demolish this...

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