Best Guile Poems

Dead Men Do Tell Tales

 I saw, the rot of sad, deep selfish desires,
 burning endlessly in clever fires
 Piles of cash a tall mountain...

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An early morn mist that fadeth away
revealeth the goddess that stole this heart.
In radiance, her hair shone as blazing gold
soft-born winds welcomed her that fine...

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A pretty girl in pleated dress of red,
with collar laced in white beneath her throat
and matching bow upon her small blonde head,
is glancing round the...

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Alone and left to contemplate, 
had I a pair of wings,
I’d fly away and search the world 
for the peace of wild things.

To live among...

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Prometheus had erred and caused great ire
when stealing in stealth secrets of fire.
But Zeus could not forgive this deed.
The chieftain of gods punished his greed.
The...

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I think of storms I've weathered, and I smile
for those who've sought to break my heart and gain
the pleasure of defaming me with guile
now know...

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(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)

Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits...

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Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent,
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.

The...

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For those who observe Good Friday, may God fill your heart 
with the hope of the resurrection

The crowd is mixed -
some on their knees,
some raise...

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Paris the 13th

Tears, my tears fall to wine
As I can not comprehend this horrendous crime
Men filled with such spiteful hate
Islamic teachings seal their fate
Kill and...

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I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way

I remember When we helped...

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Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part One


The ancient stone, here Raven bled
Cursed and flew away alone
To follow the dark and make its night-bed
Unholy accursed...

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Go with the Flo, I've heard it said
Think I'm gonna give it a shot
What a sensual, passionate lady she is
Sure doesn't hide her plot

Always fires...

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How shall I, let your kind and most tender heart go
with its immense depths, sweet kisses, resplendent glow.
I could do no such, no more than...

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For Within Thine Eyes, I See Love's Eternal Gaze, 
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
How shall I, let your kind and most tender heart...

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From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
 Third poet in my poet dedication series

Part One:
 
Curtain rises and we see as Raven's...

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Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy...

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I'm so tired of the pain


In yesterday's paper,
I read that, another good man's gone...
I just don't know, what this world is coming to

Seems like, all...

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Sometimes I feel like...

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Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;
he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.
Slip out the curtained window quick,...

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“HALO THE WARRIOR”

#1**Unicorn Valley**
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Land of purple hues
simple, sweet innocent eyes
rises from the east
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#2**Guile of Disciples**
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Magic gathering
hides away from the darkness
horn found on the ground
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#3**Beautified Dreams**
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Enchantment...

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Took me the breath of all my life
A soul mate who could consume my heart wither a smile
I found that Gothic girl after dark
A little...

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Black Diamond Night

Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
 Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
 She whispers lurid...

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Old Lord Harry put up a good front.
He hid socks in his pants as a stunt.         ...

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