Best Frequents Poems

Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles 
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly knights; encased Great-Helm:
Thus maketh the pale maidens meek pulse
To so fervently race!

She neither dwells in fair Michelangelos alabaster statues,
Or famed...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.

The mat rush is spreading replacing the sedge,
and old fallen gum trees...

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With the onset of advancing age, so I find,        
A man grows weary of all mundane talk;             
Occupies his every spare, idle thought   ...

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 I have a  friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps  in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd  it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!


Dorian Petersen 
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014


October,5,2014 ...

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I am the crocheting granny,
the one who carries ample hooks
within a floral bag and yarn-a-plenty,
making baby blankets from how-to books.

I am the crocheting granny,
who looks forward to learning new stitches,
creating patterns of colorful design,
until I stumble upon some glitches.

I am the crocheting granny
who frequents all...

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If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall

Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire,  ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a...

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Fare thee be well to stranger and kin
Another story do tell of Universal Law them
Signal frequents sent in alternating from him
All in regards to glowing of little gem

She wraps her arms around the dark of the night
Encompassing in him and all around him is her...

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Pain Of The Night

There is a short story of Hemingway’s
Called “A Clean Well-Lighted Place”.
An old widower in a small Spanish town
Nightly frequents a café until it closes down.
Behind his back, some of the waiters deride
Him, because the widower had attempted suicide.
One married waiter complained repeatedly,
That...

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He visits the coffee shop every week
On Thursday, his personal treat
Buys skinny latte, with biscotti
Then takes his regular seat

In the alcove, by the window
Sits to watch the world go past,
With book taken from his ‘man-bag’
Settles, to enjoy his repast

He used to come in with his...

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You know some verse and poems are Fiction this is a True story that happen to me today...
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…Well, it’s 9:28 am…
On today August 16, 2019
I was on break twixt my job, of driving school children.
Was kind of hungry, so I pulled up to a “McDonald's™...

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Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles

al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth

Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern state

John Doe- a hooved animal that frequents prostitute deer

Civil Defense- fighting off an aggressor politely

Plaster of Paris- an extremely strong...

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I spotted a robin among many birds in my garden mead
Tilting its head this side and that, looking for some feed
It wasn't to satisfy its hunger but for its young ones to be fed
It had lovely feathers all over in colors of black and red

I...

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The muddle of sleep—
The grand entrance to Morpheus' legendary palace
In whole or half a tablet; 
Easy breaths of chemicals
In pretty, light-refracting bottles.

I prepare myself for an escorted journey
To where dreams float from their origin
Like glossy bubbles through netted neurons
I am the keeper of sedatives—
An expert...

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There we were all ready to climb Catbells
this climb we'd done some years ago
so thought we needed no map or direction
the weather was lovely the sky so aglow

A crowd was there seemingly on same way
followed along not needing to ask
came to route block off but...

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Illinois, Winter of 1920

Fair crystal-like turquoise crowns o'er heartland
while townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing,
for those who dressed warmly had only planned,
meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying.

While townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing,
comparing, what's-in, plus what's-not, prattling,
meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying,
stained-glass color-filled lights, and...

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