Best Hurly Poems

In the hurly burly of modern life,
Which is a long and painful strife,
Fighting against all odds of time
Rampant here all sorts of crime.

Redden’d with greed...

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Pressed firmly a shoulder against brick wall
Arms that are folded and feeling quite tall
A hurly burly of a lazy man
Only works if he has to...

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Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden,
Where I will bury all your plights
Like a slough snake long forgotten.

There await me...

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In the purple smoky collaged sky 

The birds swam home 

on flaky water colours,

carrying his rainy perfume.

I prayed for this one night

He would evenly spray...

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Oh no theres something alien in my stomach
something which want's very badly to come up
it's 4:30 in the morning and I feel very queasy
as I...

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Remember it just like yesterday 
'Twas the sixth of August, independence day
Manley called the election, Busta took the drive
New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived
Topsy...

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Meandering memories 
move through my mind 
like a river flowing   
to the salty sea. 

Limbs stretch lazily 
reaching skywards 
like the gangling 
branches...

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Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman 
maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps
and as a loyal son or daughter...

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O yes, Ukraine and Russia
almost one nation and country
and close relates
much more that others people and nations
around the world,
originated from one African woman,
had lived 160...

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Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan.

If Life would not wish it otherwise
 
[Note: The two sister French...

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Let’s go, dear, to live together
and we should look eventually
what happen with such decision,
certainly we are growing fast older and downgraded
going to end, my sugar...

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When surrounded by gray fences
In moments of stark empty hours
Amidst anginal clouds of thought
Compulsion to crawl into cave
I suffocate and grope for you
My lovely blue...

When...

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Herod’s Debt


Ive marked ye, clown!
out of tha pack.
Took the solitary road
be bold I whispered.....
“Would not a score of weasels,
beg a rotten tooth, from ya gape?”
So,...

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Fork git about spooner hiz ham

And join (singing the words 
in the next paragraph) whether alone
in a traffic jam
basting, cooking, then eating a lamb
prepared by...

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Twisting up my body emboldened
Hyping my spirit to Planet 9
Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat
Jerking up my feet in no fete
Throwing hands in...

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