Best Guile Poems

Posit the guile entity
The lost, enters without warning
Mostly death, but severed hearts
Also are placed within its hands
A signifier of painful art
Worshipped by the insane
But longed for by the lonely
And lost, who enter knowingly
  This being bends, and breaks
The bones of the weary
And lowers the...

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Your face is hidden
The moon is pale, like your eyes
wrapped in guilt's blanket......

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Never disagree with the Officer Class 
When you’re serving in the ranks,
Never disagree with the Officer Class
For you’ll never get any thanks.
They seem to think
The time they spent
Getting Commissioned
Makes them Omnipotent.
Heaven protect the squaddie
Who’s discovered to have been right
For the Officer Class hate the thought
Of...

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Poet: Em Em Mubarak Lawal
Sequel: after Paciolo pen saint

I rather call a spade a sword
why does the finesse of a wine
not linger on the tongue for long?
why does tears have to flow
when butterflies fill one’s belly,
and also when one could not curb
cobwebs of life from...

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Should one merely settle for the word ‘Style’
In lieu of the more appropriate ‘Guile’?
A secretary asking an applicant to wait for a while
But still not nearing this anxious file;
Letting the doomed document and others pile,
Sometimes taking this to a shocking mile:
Many false phone calls and...

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JOURNEY MIND MAP (21/25) — GUILE


Trust tough truth
Prize prompt proof

Style grand smile
Pique each mile

Day dream sums
Sure outcome

Soul self knows
How love grows

~~~~~~~~~



Leon Enriquez
18 January 2021
Singapore...

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GUILE..©2020 

JESUS POSSESSED NO GUILE, THE SCRIPTURES ARE TRUE,  
HE WALKED AS A MAN THROUGH THIS WORLD A WHILE.
SENT TO ATONE, BUT HIS MANNER WAS KIND 
NO DECEIT WAS FOUND IN HIM, BUT ALONE.

DISHONEST HE WAS NOT,  HONESTLY HE SOUGHT GOD'S WILL.
FATHER NOT...

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Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth

A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.  

The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a...

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To the downtrodden, the marginalized, and worn,
Is this the fate that's yours to mourn?
The bourgeoisie, a cabal of power and might,
Gather to crush the poor, and snuff out their light.

The poor, in turn, unwittingly join the fray,
Oppressing themselves, in a vicious cycle of disarray.
Since time...

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Who is the greatest from the land of the other hand…

The pure top draw..southpaw....

Lara or Spice Isle style.. guile and 

Wiles of Kumar Sangakarra..


Who wouldn’t hanker in their seats 

Various vicarious treats..Sri Lanka’s number one ranker..

Fancy dan talisman.. Tamil Totem of elan..

Run spanker & banker.


His...

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