Best Ill Chosen Poems

They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t let it stay

So, I checked my garage for stuff I...

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I’ve an anger which cannot be hidden!
A burning passion that comes unbidden!
My Soul desolated with grievous rage,
reacts with furious justified outrage!

Occasioned by the offences of ignorance,
bigotry, discrimination and intolerance!
Though evil are the ravages of vandalism,
they pale to the magnitude of racialism!

Colour, creed, even the shape...

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Words can have so many meanings
It pays to carefully choose what you say,
Lack of phrasing can reveal your leanings
Ill-chosen words will often make you pay.
Politicians quickly learn how to double-talk
Meaning exactly what they did not say,
Like a sidewalk drawing with colored chalk
Knowing a weepy denial...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of the accented “é”
 ending his first name and preceding the accented “é” of his surname. The poem is dedicated
 to...

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The politically correct nonsense of today is so very absurd!
The language of my native land has become so terribly blurred,
By those who devote themselves to concocting such inane idiom.
Such prattle is as puzzling to me as is the element of iridium!

Now, it's chic to refer...

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THE KNIGHT IN THE PANTHER’S SKIN

Shota Rustaveli (c. 1160-1250), often called simply Rustaveli, was a Georgian poet who is generally considered to be the preeminent poet of the Georgian Golden Age. “The Knight in the Panther's Skin” or “The Man in the Panther’s Skin” is...

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There were shades of tranquility
    aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
  borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
   filled ideologue's of disenchantment
     amidst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
 marching to drumbeats...

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These eyes obedient, have led the way
Onto countless ill-chosen paths.

These eyes as apart from body like partner,
Witness free will in mountainous struggles 
Equal in preventability.

These eyes loyal in quiet conformity, 
Avert as spirit evades discovery or risk.

These eyes express through all escaped emotion,
Oceans in tears...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XIV

IF you pull a long stiff face
Week after week while you parley
You risk stoking the furnace
Ill-chosen words all ending in nay

If you keep pulling the long red face
The Picador will puncture your vertebrae
Blood-splashed mane from banderillas
Beware you'll...

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The power keeps flickering.
Don’t mean to be bickering;
Just glad that it keeps coming back.
True, the clocks keep resetting,
But what’s far more upsetting:
When a pump room becomes an ice pack.
The timing’s ill-chosen,
For the pipes to be frozen;
When it blinks, there’s an ominous hush.
If this trend’s not...

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Twas the night before Christmas before I got home,
it took a train, bus, and taxi in falling snow;
and how that bus on the road did sway and roam,
while the wild snow and wind did howl, roar and blow.

It began in northern Ontario on a...

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Mentally ill chosen by a few cowards they struck;
Against fundamentals of mankind and society.

Jehad against Allah's doctrine in self destruct role;
Seek a place in heaven with innocent blood on hand?

Living in hell these cowards await final judgment,
For Allah's wrath is infinite, punishment divine:- 

"Soundless and...

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Love,
The emotion
From eternity to eternity
Touches humans
Giving serenity,
The ones in love
Forever fortuitous
To be singing
Life's glorious song,
A dance of
Tango
Between two
Sublime souls
Lost in the throes
Of immortal love;
Those upon whom
Cupid
Is unkind
And failed to strike
With his magical 
Arrow
Must remain
Sentenced
To a life of
Degenerate
Solitude,
A life of 
Unfulfilled dreams,
And missed bliss;
Deep in the...

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A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped -  
A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. 
For many years and then forever, I would forget 
That happy race with the breezy, carefree Annette.

Sleepwalking through my life, I was...

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