Best Expertly Poems

Requiem for Henry and Sylvia

The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To my delight, a red-billed leiothrix is flitting about the umbrella tree, as if searching for its lost mate. I rise,...

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Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords 
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood

Your words,
when aimed at others
are carried by Pixies
and sprinkled 
with honey and sugar coatings
that melt in their ears
and taste of confection

Your words,
cloak me in pain and...

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I am to him a Stradivarius, a treasured violin
His bow expertly caresses my supple strings
My body moans when tucked beneath his chin
Revving to his rhythmic pulse, my heart sings

I am the delicate ivory he strokes on his keyboard
his adventurous fingers roam over me in staccato
Those...

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Oh, if only ...

If only monsters ...
LOOKED like monsters.
If they lurked ONLY in the dark,
Glowing red eyes and chiseled teeth ...
Claws and horns and forked tails,

               What simple fare for our...

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Strobe lights loud music
silver glitter balls
reflective tiny stars
dot the dance floor hall.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned tight and fast
she was the centre of attention
her choice her last dance.

She expertly glided
up and down the polished pole
her red satin outfit
simply amplified the show.

As she flawlessly moved
to...

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as he enters he switches 
off the lights 

particles of light peep 
through the blinds
the air filled with tension 
we haven't been here in this 
space in what seem like ages 

the smell of flowers so 
overpowering 
I shield myself from his gaze 
his hands...

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Brumby.

A strong gale cuts its path across the snow laden mountain tops,
light and tough the timor, thoroughbred mix, leads his mob at a trot.
A day spend grazing the valley below they now ascend the range above,
his brumbys follow out of awe and fear not with...

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Music is a big part of our life to sustain
Listening to music takes the whole brain
It can also improve your memory
When someone shouts at you expertly
You become alarmed and silent
But when someone resonates for you
The sound makes you happy so he intent
If someone with a...

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I see her, ecstatic under thundering skies, red flashed lightning
Long hair static, arms spread wide,
savoured downpour, dance.... exuberant

As if day becomes night, a crimson moon, tinted stars, painted clouds
Peering down, eclipsing fears and weaving enchantment
Her pirouettes stir dry leaves in whirlwind patterns

And I stand in...

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Botched Artwork Saves Town

Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..

A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over the world it enthralled..
People, the tourist kind, they made a...

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You may think that I am famous
Can't recall my name but
You've seen me hang out with the stars

Believe me I'm right there with ya
I'm in their every picture
They don't know me but I know who they are

Thought it'd do me a world of good
To move...

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Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous;
unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds.
Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole;
alight upon pellucid remnant image.
I stifle yawn as thoughts embrace the vision.

My ever-restless spirit merits story
which doesn’t evanesce at first obstacle
encountered when issues foisted upon...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I shipped right back.
I thought there wasn't much glitz or glamour,
And fought rough in a bit of a clamour.
Tuk-Tuk's going tut-tut,...

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She
poses
exposes
exquisitely
evocatively
engagingly
expertly
Nature
nude...

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I do not listen because my heart hurts when I hear the sad, and the mean.
And I get way too loud when I hear the happy.  Sad, angry people frown at
My giant head-throwing witch cackling laugh. It hurts them.

I do not listen because it...

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