Best Galling Poems

Comes the night with a residual rampant roar
As the shadows swallow the remaining light
For death documents it final scurrilous score
And breaths are barred from taking flight

Sequestered sight with a vanishing view
The sandman serves his final daunting dream
Vanquishing vaporous veils are long overdue
A sabbatical sleep thru...

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The Sinai Rose finch, oblivious to the commotion in the nearby city, busily gathered dry grass and floral fodder to repair her nest, disturbed by a human behemoth, snatching the thorny brambles which hid the outer funnel of her secluded cul-de-sac.  The needle sharp...

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Day 1

I sit to write in peaceful solitude,
while words of tranquil elegance exude
visions of nature's beauty and soft light,
but it's not my muse which has taken flight. 
A bastard housefly sails a curvy path,
as irritation grows to rage and wrath.
Essentially, the reason is because
this little jerk emits...

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I walk in a daze never somber
I speak from my heart ever fonder
I see the light in each person and ponder 
Why is she so different you might wonder 
I will brief you this that's just me 

All the fuss about what to wear closets...

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1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.

My bed feels emptier than the Sahara, colder than Antarctica.

Sleep evades me at this hour.

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What a spectacle Betty was making
of herself in the kitchen while baking.
She kept tripping and falling.
Other cooks found it galling
all the dishes each day she kept breaking.

Today it’s much better she’s faring,
for the cause was made known for her erring.
Betty now feels relieved
that her boss...

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I hope Inside this sorrow
It will give me strength to Love
Dark jewels In my weakness
Through rainbow colour mist galling dewdrops
Wishing a thousand miles away dreaming

In the sorrow of a grieving heart
Beaten down with sorrow and despair
Darkness dispells the light of my Love
The Angels' tears fall...

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The Bangladeshi Flood

It is the latest worrying news to hit this troubled nation...
There is a growing bewilderment and fast rising indignation....
Ever since the Home Minister proudly announced to the nation...
Malaysia is in urgent need of unskilled and semiskilled workers...
Thank the government, we are importing 1.5...

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I can see the dream I'm dreaming
It's so beautiful, so alleviating
It's the alliteration of everything compelling
It's an epitome of petulant imaging

It's me metamorphosing into greatness
Bearing the trophy of poetry highness
I can feel the gaiety on my success
And the scenery of  my upliftment

But it's only...

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(true story)
Robert Redford yelled at me, though he did it over the phone.
I worked at an answering service in town, graveyard and weekends alone.
A struggling new mother helping with bills, I always felt so tired;
a note said not to call him by 3, and basically...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from the days of climbing. She clutched her fists searchingly, hoping...

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IMPERMANENCE


Nothing seems to last more than a blink
From seconds to  millennia - just think: 

Sunsets   most fleeting
Chocolate you are eating
Ice-cubes in coke  (or lemon-and-lime )
Mascara in the rain runs faster than time
Cherry blossom, soft, pink, falling
Indian summers whose end is galling
Teenage...

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How am I supposed to say no, when my body is screaming at me to let him do everything he wants, no questions, no hesitation? 
He touches me or kisses me and electric shocks roll through my entire body and consume me. 

With him It's...

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Christmas edition of PS News is out, and here's the scoop
Poets are climbing the rungs of ladders on Poetry Soup 
It's not an easy feat; one to be applauded and praised
instead of opposed, demeaned, or by jealous ones, razed

Why bother looking at lists if you...

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