Best Hamlets Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and utter disdains.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And i start...

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Let’s fly to the celestial fiesta of the cherry blossom,
In the North Eastern Region of Shillong, named, “The Scotland of the East,
The abode of the cloud,” in the lush mesa of the magnetic Meghalaya!
The wheezing Pine forest of the whispering waterfalls in the Khasi hills,
is...

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Consummated under sheets of inspiration,
Conceived in cryptic dreams,
Created from cloudy concentrations,
The words flowed onto a wrinkled sheet of paper.

I concealed the verse under my pillow,
Entombed beneath my peaceful slumber,
Safe from grating barbarians.
For I do not reside in a steel fortress.

But the poem demanded breath,
And I...

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There are no shape walls
to bridle one's emotions
creativity is properly ventilated
unbound by meter or syllable count
embracing nakedness
yanked naked in its virginity
The binding belt of chastity
given over to lyrical lovers
Sleeping quietly in the meadows
a pristine area free of squatters
fighting for their rights
with sonnet-crafted homes
and hamlets defined...

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Farolitos: lanterns of candlelight;
Luminarias: outdoor fires of pine.
Both light quiet path on a Christmas night
for Mary and Joseph, old ones define
messages that the new babe is divine.

A candle in sack borrows from the two:
a delicate, hanging Chinese lantern, 
and small fires left as a signal,...

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Bells, bells, sound of bells fall now and then in my ears,
Their tone and timbre varying, sometimes singing, 
Sometimes jarring, sometimes rising to a sweet crescendo. 
Clanging and clashing, tinkling, and jingling

Every day I wake to the sound of the tolling of bells,
From the church...

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freedom day 
(april the 27th 1994)


far too many brave compatriots died

and

flooding rivers of tears were cried

far too many families ripped apart

with

daggers cutting into their heart

the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day

as we pause and remember those who do...

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Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of...

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Many years ago, way back in time the month of April was known as the Blackthorn Winter,
It was the time of the year when the blackthorn begins to dress in her finest blossom,
Deep in the country the small hamlets custom says is the time for...

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Wish to wake up surrounded by the snow-capped Alps
Sipping tea in the quiet, quaint villages of Switzerland
Watching the glittering ripples of sapphire blue lakes
Staying in picturesque lakeside hamlets
Overlooking emerald valleys and majestic mountain peaks

Wish to climb the summit of the Matterhorn
To ride in horse-drawn carriages...

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The Journey

     From petrol station, conurbation,
          Queuing traffic moving slowly,
               Taxi rank and railway station.
   ...

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A semi baked semi colon is neither a seminar nor a seminary session. It is in fact the whirr of wheels from the large overweight apostrophe on a bike. Uphill downhill and all around the picturesque towns, villages and hamlets but not cities for cityscapes'...

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Thirty pieces of silver
How could anyone deny Him? He's
Everlasting luminous light
Serendipitous of God's goodness
Astounding as angelic news
Visitors from on high, spoke,in the twinkle of an eye
Imagine our world, sans the Savior
Oh the joy of Christmas
Responsibilities rings clear, as carols fills the air
Recalling the reason for...

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Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;Dartmoor 
with rocks rain scarred ,Lake District views beloved of bards.Northumbria, above 
on moor and hill,where Roman echoes linger still.Stone-bridged hamlets in the 
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high 
reached by slow trains...

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Introduction

From the city on the river
Where the Sage of Monticello
And the Great Emancipator
Birthed the country, saved the nation,
Sounds a call for civil discord
In the service of ambition
From a man whose God is power,
And his name is Demagogia.

Gathering Storm

To the banner flock his minions:
Come the vengeful,...

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