Best Haggled Poems

Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids,  a burnished sky,  blue-white, 
a cocktail of the wrong and right,
and the mountains, inwardly  grumbling ,
darkly forbidding…

Snaking it...

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New city street

With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes to look good
with no chance it would clash
Their carts were adorned
with ribbons and beads
And funny designs
made of cantaloupe seeds ...

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There was a fussy old toad, yes; some might call him, a curmudgeon, at soul. 
When his ladylove died, he took it in stride, and sought someone else to pester.
Eventually, he came to our lake, and jumped on the Troll Bridge, quite blazon.
Trouble in his...

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SECRETS IN THE KEEP






Secrets, secrets ------ secrets in the Keep; maidens call them without which they 
  shall meet, of the baron and his bride a solemn meet, sordid secrets, 
  secrets in the Keep 

A wizard's spell, a call of bell and...

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There has been news about piracy in the high seas...
And here is news about a nefarious activity you don't see...

People go missing in action off the waters of Philippines...
And then the cat and mouse game of high stakes begins...

While some families agonise over their missing...

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Should I have so many nights as these?

   so starry and beauteous bright?

   moon hung like silver(an) shine;

   breeze eased with earthen mood,

   the leaves rustle with lyric....

   chimed, with the bustle neath

  ...

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I need nothing 
But the red setting sun
And to rest easy in the palm of night
With the prairie’s cool arms around me.
I came in on dirty horse hooves 
And lonely cowboys’ hats,
Blown far away from the cities
Where houses and bridges rise up.
I say nothing.
Old wooden...

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Visions Beyond the Horizon

The doctor incised the umbilical cord, the nurse held him by heel,
They waited; the baby cried not; the nurse nudged and he giggled;
The baby giggled again; new mom laughed; doctors just haggled;
The new age baby breathed normal; ancient medic annals to heal

Had...

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A wiley post this early freeze fast makes
Making hard the sugarcane, shedding bright flakes
That covers the city, rivers, streets, and trees
The jet streams cold and meandering breeze,
Wasaburo's joy make us know our frail
Powers limit, we're stranded in its gale. 
Tween shifts of spheres, "We are...

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Those wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.

The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide subsides.
Eight pals and two sailors sailed on
On a boat with the rent haggled...

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She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one


Well how could I resist her
She was sweeter than a song
The price was right, she was going cheap
Yeah’ she was going for a song


I was thinking of the...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined close within
banished, unvoiced by him,
embittered by his own hurt,
a scarred...

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28th jan2012
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)
These wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.

The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide subsides.
Eight pals and two sailors sailed on
On a boat with...

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victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an old shire mare

Onto the 
     landlord's...

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We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs 
Peaceful but firm were our deeds 

Alas! the heralds of her arrival 
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness 
Together we scrambled around her entourage
Like wailing babes in need...

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