Best Grot Poems

The Bewitching Call of the Siren

She ululates a forlorn desire for a human love;
She’s pure evil, not from God’s Heaven above.
This siren’s seductive melody is heard on all seas,
And even on the largest lakes and flowing rivers;
Bringing even seafarers near Die Lorelei to shivers! 
Beguiling...

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Keats—Romantic Humanist  
 
Romanticus-Extraordinaire
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Circe-Enchantress to all.

Beautiful, deadly in her elfin grot
Supernatural-nous
She wept and sighed full sore
Hath thee in “Keatsian” thrall.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 17, 2015 (Double Dactyl)...

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FRACTURED FAIRYTALE!

Chanced upon a book one day,
Bent, dog-eared, tattered and frayed,
Tale found within, read with a grin,
This fractured fairy tale,
Laughter did not fail......
Cinderella's real story,
Not such glory...
Ma woke up one fine morn,
"Cinders, Cinders!" Ma cried with such scorn.
"Cinders, you did what?
Cinders, you look such a...

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Poverty grot and grime
Have existed throughout time
A place where intellect and truth cannot shine
All of this is embodied on Isle 49

Segregated due to types and shapes
Men acting like thoughtless apes
Not even allowed to eat the smallest of grapes
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49

The...

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the daughter of a miller abducted, exiled, held 
locked as prisoner didst bawl
achingly, effusively, indubitably murmured plaintively 
quite riotously didst call
out for help, when stalked with facing john deere reaper 
with nary a blues clue how to drawl,
a gentle southern twang the heap of straw,...

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My tennis court sits 
at the back of my plot;
I want to be good,
so play quite a lot.

The net I’ve repaired,
with string and a knot. 
I’ve painted the lines.
(Last year I forgot.)

I mow off the grass
and sweep up the grot;
then carefully smooth
a troublesome spot.

I practice...

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Turning into an angelic beast,
Here is the ugly Narcissist....
For others! She cared least,
Here's the ugly Narcissist.

When the plot of life got revealed,
She had a role to lead.
Sanguine She, was now so turbid,
Like Sophocles! Hard to get rid.

But it doesn't end here! still some to indite,
the...

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Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of its kind taken from the sixties. It may have only...

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I’ve lost the thread,
I don’t know why,
however much I sit and try
I still think lots of poetry’s crap,
(it’s not like me to think like that).

I struggle on from verse to verse,
as sometimes every line gets worse,
for long, long hours
though God knows why,
just reading all that...

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Swinging Goat      

Goat a swinging in the thunderbox,    (outside toilet)
in the dunny like a bagged ox,
Kids come home from the flics ol mate,    (movies)
Bowels ready to operate,
Jerk open door, what a shock!
Ghost a lurching,...

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Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence following vignette: quiet as a mouse lurks the time thief 

The invisible hours hoarder stealthily steals precious seconds (like minute...

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Villanelle: Who will dare not love La Belle Dame sans Merci

Who will dare not love La Belle Dame sans Merci
Will she now dare budge from her perch in the clouds
No Knight-at-Arms her wiles entice sans souci

No belle dis-haunches curves just for a merci
Nor no beau...

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As I walk past the alleys, I see you
Crawling, begging, moaning in pain.
Sorrows you hold, flood the avenue,
Things you've lost and could never gain:
You cry at the poverty, down the lane,
And no nomads here hold your hand.
I promise, I'll look up to you, fight you're...

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Program self for Elizabeth Wesley

So you need to overcome a weakness in your floor,
You don’t  like what you’r e seeing , not any bloody more,
You are what you think you are, a body full of doubt,
But change the plan get up again, and toss...

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A man and child; this one moment
Does he through it wend.
Spoiled of whose charms, in abundance
A fabulous realm dot.
Castle and church. Misted, moulding.
Shrouded too in legend.
And what evokes, more proudly odd
Each fairy tree and grot....

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