Best Expertly Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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In my day, the mail carrier was called the Mailman.
However, I don't recall any women choosing the profession.
He came to our house twice a day.
Once...

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