Best Gentry Poems

   Storms seductive desiring of dreams   
   Forms favoring moonlight of beams
    Craving hearts upon starlit...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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As I entered the garden the scents enticed
rampant rose blossom the arches fenced.

Cascading aromatic blossoms greeting me
amidst the climbers were the sweet pea.

In the centre...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very...

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Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a...

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why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?

Arthur...

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when...

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I regret not spending more time 
with you. I thought...
you were winning the battle
Having To Fight
Cancer
In This Thing Called Life
Is Insane
And So It Begins
The Long...

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Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor
where hunger and cold winds bite
and disease is rife
and it was a daily battle to stay alive
and...

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Soft, moon light, spill forth the night.
Stream rippling veils of mystery.
Where tucked away, the insatiate act,
unrivaled in thy debauchery.

Whilst Lords and Gentry, by noble birth,
plot...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while...

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This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty, 
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its...

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Villanelle: O! What a wonderful world this sordid life could be

O! What a wonderful world this sordid life could verily be
If only humans were not...

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DIRTY HANDS 
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Little boys playing with mud and silty sands
Will return to their houses with dirty hands
Mom will scold them, but knows what...

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