Best Guileful Poems

July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered myriad lifelong dreams—
in desperate ruination.
Fading now the piteous screams
of self-inflicted...

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Dark chocolate eyes bore into me,
Beseeching, brimming, tunneling for truth.
A single tear trails silently
Cascading o’er lifted cheekbones so
Perfectly angled they’re matchless
Throughout nature’s beauty scheme.
Exquisite, ethereal amber skin is
Glistened by a single path tracking south
Till brushed tentatively aside and away
With a deliciously delicate crook’d index finger....

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What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray

Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the mind
Blowing in like a blustering wind
with wicked words bringing them...

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A twinkle in her eyes tonight 
evokes the thought that they invite,
though I recall, not long ago
my absence seemed more apropos.

The laughs that linger on her lips
bare more than many verbal slips -
the times they pierced me, sad and grim,
lie in the past, though far...

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a diabolical grace ...

dark, deep, warm-black arms of
an endless night wrap me ...
head thrown back in abdication -
arms spread wide in surrender,
falling backward, back, back, onto a
hard dogwood blackness ...
nails of my own stark weakness
fasten my hands to a
weighty tree of terrifying introspection ...

poison saturates...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
               coating, sweet, my foolish heart
   ...

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VIII

In the minds fixed eye I see five newly discovered graves,              
Headless lions sat atop an impregnable "Triumphal Gate";         
And guileful Cassandra, she laid...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh :
« You are...

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Is it possible, in times like these, 
To fight off such adversity and selfishness
And to save other souls that you owe not to?
Gaze into these pain-filled eyes,
Contemplate their crushing calumny 
And see why I must depart from you
Look at the flaws, 
See through the glass...

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Simply softly these guileful feet do trot
Those cavalier whisper my name in glee
Hiding I pray from dear loves noble lot

My attire a smirk, though my voice distraught
I'll squirm far away, yet they be carefree
Simply softly these guileful feet do trot

A fervor shared though I am...

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What is this?

Spit at me, will you??
Hiss and spit and rattle your tail?!?

Be my guest, oh Great Coiled One ...
You are king, after all, and I but a fool!
But THIS jester has dealt with your kind before ...

Oh, yes, and far, FAR worse!
There is another...

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No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,

No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,

No more curse and
deceitful,
If called liar and
unfaithful,
For what thee
craved,
And finally thee
paved,

No more betrayal and
guileful,
If called
untrustworthy and
slickful,
For what thee not
deserve,
And finally thee not
preserve,
No abuse, greater
than...

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"Years” and “Distance”, phantoms of the dark that do their evil
in the quietude of the everyday, coming and going without so
much as a footprint or a whisper, and taking the most valuable
possessions of the heart, the things you care about and adore
most of all ...

They...

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You believe me to be an altruistic man as I smile with sneering reluctance. 
You may think me gentle as I extend my hand in goodwill, but degraded am I as I wistfully watch my hand recoil from your filthy phalanges with its foul clutch....

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In this  now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace  remains unsettled
even besieged:  and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium,  of alarm…
While I ,  a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous...

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