Best Heydays Poems

For long I have been an aimless vagabond
I strayed far, the world being enormously wide.
Traveling to lands foreign, I searched my fortune.
At the end, fed up with all that was alien,
And wishing to withdraw from the world’s bewildering stress,
Decided to set out in search of...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the clouds.

Its four towers majestic as blankly,
they stared, covering all points...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing cracks and marks,
Memories leap out,
From the moss-grown crevices of my mind,
Like snakes uncoiling, rather like bees swarming,
Fragmented, scented, and sour!...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of hatred and
grows
As if sheer pain as
tears digged large
holes in

A pineapple...

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SOFT SENSUALITY

While the waiting is nearing
The longing doubly suspenseful
Mechanically or tender make it eager of welcome
Perhaps hugging and kissing
Will never dampen homesickness
Everything in the “kubo” is envious
Every minute a comfort and intimate
Even crickets stop cricketing
And eking doors shut up and posts oiled
All holes on the...

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O! My gentle little Jane
Amazing me with thy brain
Being a writer thou shall gain
When thy writings drip like rain
I shall smile in thy reign

Make it snappy writing pays
Pick thy pen and stop delays
Practise it in all thy days
I shall witness thy heydays
Thou shall live to...

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Battle of Arras April – May 1917
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I was not there.  I have to say.
I was not born.  I meant to say.
Had I been of age, you know.
None these words would surely...

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I always thought of a word I would use to refer to him,
for he was more than a brother to me.
We talked about space and mysteries for hours.
We went for long walks.
We shared our fears, hopes and dreams.
We joined many clubs in campus heydays.....
One day,...

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So, I’m the last survivor of a breed that ruled the world!
Brrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we can’t complain though. Our innings was quite long.
Brrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
When I was just a nipper not long hatched from the egg,
Brrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold,
My...

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Expeditious plus instantaneous fox,
apt o'er daredevil weathering, parts his lair,
ingeniously resourceful, and nevermore...
     ~~to be outwitted,

A lackluster canine, faults, near some stillness
of his stoop, peering somewhat from droopy sights
that influence his realm ... dropped at points from his
   ...

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All that is not me has me down
I am beaten by all that should keep me
My nose in crackling wrinkle
Like dead toothpaste tube
I can’t see my knees
Eyes are deep in the sockets 
The twist of neck kicks the heart hard
Hemoglobin is tough and cold like...

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“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
 can you hear the whispering? " 
                             ...

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Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I...

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Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I...

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NIGHT SKY WHEN THE MOON  IS SMILING

The sky is adorned with many stars
Twinkling and wishing you many sparkle
Some people represents you love dearly
Your parents, sisters, brothers,  children , grandchildren 
And, a bosom friend
Like the heydays when you were young
Playfully and seriously you passed...

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