Best Grimaces Poems

I listen to the sighing
of the wind, as I sit
in the cool shade 
of a sprawling carob tree,
wondering if Basho,
in heavenly abode, 
next to Elysian Fields,
is mumbling agitatedly
under his breath – possibly
grimaces, wrings his hands
as he flips the pages of
vain anthologies where
writers sell their wares…
Stuck...

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I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely to me,
Inquiring on Christ and His sheep
She too, spoke to...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches the steering wheel. Perched like a set piece in a...

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Struck by chaotic lightning, 
fear of unknown fields of turmoil,
feeding my desire to break free from
the confusion I once wore like silk.

Cluttered mind full of intellect, 
dalliances of memories nourishing
all that has been sown in fields of
disarray,
for my lips are muddled, and my touch
entangled in...

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The world is bleeding
We stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking in fear on our Earth,
Boiling, bubbling, and steaming,
With pools of blood flowing.

Warplanes blanket the sky.
Volcanic sounds pierce the ear.
Booms of gun shots rent the air
Lightning passes blinding the eye

The skies let down a deluge...

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At the end of Mercy Street
lies a forgotten wharf.
A single row boat is 
moss covered.
The battered vessel is 
moored and unwanted
like leprosy -
conducive to an invisible cancer.

Two splintered oars imitate antennae -
receiving distress signals
from no one.

The dinghy will not row towards God.
The boat will not...

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Brave New World

A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam 
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.

'New' I...

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I use a walker to get around
A device I need in order
To maintain my balance
So I walk slowly.

People rush by 
Not seeing me
Making me feel that I am in their way
Some are impatient
I feel their warm breath on my neck
As I try to pass through...

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Rhyme  Quatrain



Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days not so recent,
And ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.

Mother, telling your picture stories is an action dramatized,
In a form that's...

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“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and 
The Uninviting 
untouched,

concrete hearts too cool to be immersed 
in...

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Donald Trump, that disgusting buffoon,
Grimaces and gestures like a demented baboon.
     Liar and con man,
     A friend of the Klansman,
As well as of Putin and his KGB goons....

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for Charles Baudelaire

(Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : « A Charles Baudelaire », translated by T. Wignesan.
I thought I’ll first present to readers – they should see why - an unrimed version, and maybe later the strict sonnet form.)

I didn’t know you, I didn’t love you,
I know...

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I’ve seen the seaman’s life around, 
 So, when I step on solid ground, 
 Where I’ve forgot how life self goes, 
 Who rules this world and how grass grows, 
 I have a feeling of distortion 
 Of everything to smallest portion, 
...

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Amidst contortations and grimaces, lucifer laboured.
In two hours and three, the beast was perfect,
Glaring around, he cackled his delight.
"Serpatinus," he spluttered, still cackling
He appeared and in lucifer's hands, fell the snake.
With deceit lurking in his eyes
He fitted it inbetween the beast's thighs
Then opening the gates...

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A man walks into a room to smell the wallflowers
to find their petals plucked
Perplexed at first, he grimaces then glowers
Some people have all the luck
The sweet yet fetid smell of nearly rotten fruit
in a dank and dark corner
Wafts in the air like muffled notes of...

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