Best Flairs Poems

Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing...

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Reasonings

Too few
Hopefully more

My resentment flairs
My will ebbs
Still looking elsewhere

I won’t just leave
I care too much
My heart is here
Have more to give

Want answers to my whys
Know I’ll never truly know
Doors of opportunity may open
But I still hold hope
Knowing this is my calling...

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I love to season sense engage.
It clears parts mortality-dazed.
When young, summer’s tune range
was firmly, soul-deep engraved.
When grown, human ways hush
our faith with logic-grown mush.

Summer composed odes grant
faith prose that hopes maintain.
The soft song of a summer breeze
lifts aloft a wonderous spree
of smoothed, spliced rapture
too song...

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He smiles at me.
As though the weight
Of psychedelic visions
Were insubstantial
And inconsequential;
A trivial thing.

Broad-shouldered emotions
Mushroom through 
Organic momentum
To greet my pain,
A throbbing haze
That is my post-script.

Narcotic serenity
Wraps around my brain,
Slurring everything
In my tilt-a-whirl scene,
Until the funhouse
Sweeps me away.

I feel myself shrinking
Like Alice In Wonderland,
But I am...

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Some days you're thrown an I just don't know
Other days it's all right there
A glimmer of hope in which to cope
A fresh breath of poetic air

A constant loop as the dial slowly moves
In its never ending search for the truth
Some days you write the poem...

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In the middle of the night a door slams
The awful scent of cigarettes floats upward penetrates my nostrils
Insomnia keeps him up and restless
Lying here I hear, smell and know that the worst is yet to come

Huntington's Disease slowly destroys brain cells
Mutant form of huntingtin aggregrates...

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In the orchestra of being 
   life’s patterns emerge. 
Ancient voices resound / 
   as harmony sounds its surge. 
Music breathes life into the silent stars, Plato said, 
As heavenly tunes dance 
   the cosmos is unsped. 
Among the...

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Tis quite a beast of burden to bear atlas (shrug off not allowed)
Atlas shrugged an impossibility
tantamount to skinny dipping in the lock nest lagoon

Tantamount to shrugging Atlas off mine bony, 
   ill suited, widower wizened shoulders, 
would take naked fat chance in Fountain...

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She paints a perfect picture
As she trawls the rocky strand
A muscle here a barnacle there
Enough to fill both hands
.
Two odd socks for one at least
will decorate her cast
Her hair tied up as best dad can
Which probably won't last
.
Bent double as she picks seashells
Her pants tag...

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The flairs ‘n radiances 
Elegances beyond my senses 
The charms ‘n serenities 
Beauties endless marvelous 
Beauties, valhallain marvelous
Allurs, colors charms 
Soft, fragile ‘n tender 
Gentle, gentle so gentler 
Longings, cravings ‘n fondness 
My heart my fondness 
Aaah beauties endless marvelous 
Your charms your serenities 
The...

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In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil,
I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will,
but I could buck the system if I chose, by opening up me ‘gob’
although it meant that very soon I wouldn’t have a...

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Written 27/12/2013


White
And she sighs
In serenity
White
Years shroud
Like lace
Protecting porcelain
Face
Shrugs off she
White
Within purity
Casts aside
Shawl
Of homemade grace
White
Which haunts me
Darkness in night
White she flairs
Shimmers like sun 
Flair
Sparkle like sheen
Upon water
She 
White 
So bright
Blinds my
Eyes
Cannot see
White
Kills inside
Worry
White
Haunts for every 
Moment
A better light
I could 
Have been
White
For the innocence
That stings
Promise of
A better...

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It’s called, ’excessive fork to mouth disease’.
Overeating too much of what we please.
Sitting excessively on our derrière?
Watching TV, or writing poetry with magical flairs?

Lockdowns were absolutely no excuse.
Blaming it on “Climate Change…”a bad joke and so incredibly obtuse.
Get off our buttoxes and exercise at home.
It’s...

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Sanmati, my source, is completely mine
As she never missed going to shrine.
Nor does she move slowly like a bovine.
Much was done to munch through byline
Against me or her to bypass or to confine.
Thanks to expedition that made her whine
Inner talents, flairs, bents and gifts fine.
Jain...

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They came for the Gypsies, 
The time tribe Romana's grand Gypsy trust 
To manifest in feasts of fear, horrific best, 
The Crucifixtion as a culture test 
Is sycophanted phallic prophecies; 
Mixing spells where river's dwell 
And will reveal third eye infusions 
That dillute foregone conclusions!...

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