Best Errand Poems

Wee Luck McGee, came into the pub
And the Barman started pouring a beer
"No Tanks for me, a martini you see
Is what you'll be serving right here"
Then McGee with one hand, pulled a jar from his coat
Removing the lid with the other
Plucked out the olive, and...

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The Soul Errand
To Sir Walter Raleigh Tomb.

Since my soul shall though go
Upon a thankless arrent too
I fear not to touch the best so
The truth shall be my warrant through 
I went since I need must die 
To gave the world the lie.

I say to the...

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Words on lines
poetic errand boy
tied to pen

(c) Adeleke Adeite.
An Haiku without 
traditional syllable count.
It describe how words are 
employed by poets to work 
on lines through the 'pen' :)...

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Fast asleep,
Slumbering in the other world,
Spirit at work,
The future opened to the spirit,
Half dead,half alive,
The sweetness of the tongue,
The mind at peace,
The body ennui,
Ears opened wide to the earth,
Brain unstable as the hearth,
Fastness of the nose breath,
Echoes everywhere,
Thinking of being alive,
But in the spirit world,
My...

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I know that even when others deceive me, you can't decieve me with your blossoming ink of truth.
Go tell them what has happened to our budget,
Tell them that our budget is missing in a broad day light, who stole it? We Are yet to know.
Tell...

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Is life a fool's errand run with vague, haunting fears
    too often it seems so with the passing of years

  Every day we go at it, we strive and connive
    in the hope of what? ~ just to...

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THE ERRAND BOY

I'd love to wake up in an early morn 
Out just to witness the dew.
Even in the sun,I'll prefer plucking a corn.
Errandery,oh! It drives all joy away.
Even in its minutae ,I'll rather die to face the scorn.
Now that the razzmatazz of nature feels...

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She had a wry little smile, 
Curling amidst her petite lip,
She looked up to the heavens above,
Closing her eyes, letting a tear drip.

Life isn’t a bed of roses, they said.
Why? She could never understand.
Even as they suffered, even as they bled,
It was n't hard for...

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Receive my words written on bleeding paper,
It is from my embittered and sad master.
Things has fallen apart and no one knows that,
Open your eyes wide to see what I have,
Don't bit your lips in the course of reading 
That which was written for the freedom...

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AN ERRAND

         I write upon wind to send an errand
         to my dearest one whom I had to leave.
         Since then,...

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Life’s meandering journey …
mapped by a fool
Clairvoyant foretelling
the dilettante’s tool
Around every corner
the road twists and bends
A marble or diamond
— but choice to portend 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024) 
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