Best Frisking Poems

POTD 23 Mar 2024 

THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.

Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was a path to dismal dimness prone.

To my right, a lovely sight-fragrant flora flamed in light
Forms so graceful, beauty rare, a...

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Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen

When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics

Anything could be a toy
and our racket could annoy

We turned everything...

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(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women

Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books

A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.

Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy...

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I'd have loved to see the bluebirds fly
above the white chalk-cliffs of Dover--
and as they were blithely soaring over,
immersed in thought I'd lie
in calm repose upon that beach,
admiring their swooping forms,
evanescent, in fleeting storms,
like ballet ... far beyond my reach.
Frisking, fragile, carefree birds,
symbolic through intrinsic...

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The Many Ways God Speaks To Us

There are many ways God’s seeking
To make Himself known.
But is man listening and looking
To understand Nature’s revealing crown.
It talks to our human senses
Every waking moment of the day.
And in the night so deep and dark,
His starry heavens come into...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to his every feature,
gladly frisking about for the puppeteers.
I wonder,
if those...

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TINY FACE SMILING AT,
         REFLECT THE MIRROR.
     SHE WENT TO CORN FIELD,
         SILVER CORNS SANG LULLABY TO HER MERRY!
     SHE WEARED...

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Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast
Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth
On a continental coast as to your truth you toast
Sending to Coventry the uncouth

Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth
Whose views you deride
As your rollercoaster swings South
In the company of your petty pride

In...

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Designed by the man,
extortion from subjects.
Who gave you the right
to adjudicate effects?
We pay your wage
for treatment of cattle.
We stand in your lines
to pay our yearly shackle.
Payment for own property,
on which, you've thrown a saddle.
Your strong men sit smugly.
Traitors of the revolution.
Taxing without representation.
Coffers full, forced...

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We walk about bristly in the heat of the day,not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen for the unknown dwells with us.

I see a beautiful ...

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Written By:  D. Collins 4/9/2018



The New York feds came in kicking in doors.
Frisking, then putting them down on the floor.
Snatching evidence and just about everything.
It just doesn't look good, from what I am seeing.



The "Fixer" got "Fixed" by the U.S. Attorney.
Trump quickly realized he...

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Is there a view?
In a rotten bed by the window
Where the crow sits all by itself 
Every morning and inspects the wasteland
Surrounding the edifice,
That once sheltered my wounded soul,
My mother
And no one else...

The vista of a forgotten life
Stood in front of me like a dead...

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I had always loved being near deep-sea water, and I was never too far away,
As the beauty of fresher tomorrow, is but mystic hours from prevalent today.

I enjoyed swimming and boating and surfing, and even walking in light rain,
Like aromatic blooms, shrubs and thirsty trees,...

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Mildew mops are prevalent only in oily sandstorms. Ah, said the furry scorpion the witche's brew has collapsed causing wisdom from the inner triangular arc. When racing with ducks pay no heed to flapping as water can be corroded from a single feather clap. Frisking...

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The nation sprawls, prostrate:
broken limbs, crumbling bodies;
valley of vultures,
cloud of flies,
    frisking scavengers.

Victory throws a party for ghosts;
a once boisterous land—
now a silhouette of what was:
a land of the dancing dead.

The victor towers over rubbles,
wearing rueful impish glee.
He stands, stern, gaunt as...

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