Best Girdled Poems

once upon a time was babbling babe and  frolicking lamb 
now a soldier of grace seeking destiny in the great I am…
of age, I...

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The Dance of Salome
Herod bellowed out the night's festive orders..
"Bring the torches, bring the tables..
more wine, that we may rejoice,  
for tonight we revel...

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This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
          girdled by mountains the...

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EMBROIDERY OF VELLUM

A clean poem composed
Thee vellum virgin
Lace betrothed in length
Your satin train embraced

Thee embroidery in apple gold
Girdled in silver refined
And curvature of silhouette
Delicate with...

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From bottom to top, 
my house was decayed. 
Through thousands of years 
of commands disobeyed.  
I girdled my loins 
to rebuild my home. 
I...

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With a hearty laugh, and scallywag's glee
I've acquired their riches, and conquered the sea!
Like a timid lass... they will turn, and flee
showing their backsides, to...

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You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a...

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Though we got the land on name of religion,
But we tend to be far more traditional,

As being a post-colonial, still baffled,
But now again my nation...

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A Sonnet of Mine…
     (To The Changing of Time and Seasons)

I arose this morning and stole a peek 
at the changing...

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It may sound selfish that I felt betrayal when you died, 
            but you...

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For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts...

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Hello, I come to speak of peace,
The kind which saves the mind from deviation.
To give life to dead instincts,
For the lost throne belonging to black...

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summer nights, 
                      ...

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Every day the same people
at the same table
at the rear of the cafeteria.
The maiden, 35 at least,
 
is gray at the temples, 
sour at the...

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over occupied world
bewildering hodge-podge of people
pushing stress where it ought not to be

in the slim rays of late day
in the splattered mess of guttered streets
a...

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