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...

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Do you see the frame or the cage?
Step beyond and into this: a rare and colourful bliss,
island of calm in an ocean of rage...
Yesterday, the...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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