Best Galls Poems

BEAUTIFUL SADNESS

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows
brown and sear.”   William C. Bryant

Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No breath seems to touch her face nor move her hair...

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All joy had fled these pinched, wintry alleys.
The sun had slouched away
to die somewhere alone,
like a poisoned cat.
Across the steep valley,
Chestnut trees stood stoic and erect,
terracotta warriors, undecked,
their green bled out.
Damp was the only regular
that now attended the village church.
Plaster was bulbing out, like gout
or...

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Walls too high, above the grasses I see
Walls above my eye, below the world of me
Fencing my eye, lions of grey roaring
Reaching the sky, birds of prey soaring.

Walls of lamentation are memories of war
Galls of incantation are cairns in jar
Facing the wailing walls are men...

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Love is neither blurred nor blind,
It only leaves the bad and bitter behind;
And focuses on fate and the future to find
That it was not a mistake you made up your mind.

Love is neither blurred nor blind,
A coat with curative colors… not in cash but kind;
Wielding...

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Balls
Base balls
some balls  fall
when balls fall it galls
Y'allz...

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The one emotion God asks of us is love;
nothing is of equal value or above.
And yet, lust has corrupted it with half-lies,
until its purity's hard to recognize.

Reality is oft difficult to bear,
expecting love, only to find it isn't there.
And yet, trust allows souls to be...

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Dance deeper daze
Etch end embrace
Live lovely light
Instant insight
Grace grooms glimpse grand
Hurl healing hands
Touch transforms trends
Spill succinct sense


Drill dazzles deed
Express exceed
Life loosens lines
Invoke incline
Grime galls gravy
Hurts hoist heavy
Tale troubles thrice
Soil spreads surprise




Leon a Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore...

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Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative, 
   and heartily galls
toward this introspective...

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The Moon She glares from the ebon Halls,
As the sea stretches too taste Her galls,
The Candelabra dyed as magick stole its pore,
Starry night blackened as She sinks to the core,

The Sol it shone from the crimson sea
Like an awl stuck in a forsaken tree...
Dead leaves...

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The Do Not Call list doesn’t work
For scammers still get through.
I answer, feeling like a jerk,
But what is there to do?

My house phone has no way to check
Just who is on the line.
(You see, I’m really not hi-tech;
I guess the fault is mine.)

But still, there...

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Here I am sitting in the chair
Staring at the ceiling above my head
Contemplating life's meaning  and testing my deep feelings
If a pin drops I can hear the sound
If a dog  moans I can understand its groans
If  a crow screams I can feel...

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I dream fragments of poetry, 
	my pen balanced in my hand, 
	journal opened to that page 
	already darkened 
	with blots of frustration,
	asterisks for seemingly important ideas, 
	collections of words and phrases 
	intended for collage and inspiration,
	pleas for clarity.
		 
	My poems appear haltingly, 
	in bits and...

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The bar was dark [bars always are] wouldn’t want to see,
he asked me what I’d drink, I answered back,“Who me?”
Since I didn't have much cash to exchange and less capacity,
I told him I’d have a beer, and "Thanks," but have one with me.

My heart was...

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According to the will of fate 
I have come... 
I emerge from the flood 
A living soul. 
My memory is torn by the night. 
The night is enshrouded with darkness. 
I wander around the world 
Searching for a meaning... 
I want to drink a toast...

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Shipping as it was

He had many ships the old ship owner
He liked to visit his vessels eat the onboard cuisine
Talk to the crew he knew their names 
Listened to them and their problems
Seamen stayed onboard long on his ship some 
Tor years they knew nothing...

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