Best Ill Used Poems

Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity

Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song but silence’s scream

Tell me true, reflection mine
Convince these naked eyes
What...

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a poet cries real tears

I am speaking to you
from inside my head
I shake it and out tumbles
words in scrabble pieces
shiny lacquered squares
to build a thought 
that will express the what
and where, of my yards of thinking.

Some times it claws and rends 
a thundering lion of...

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Stone rests upon stone;
They glow in the light
As if to atone
For ill-used power and might.

Column on column,
Tier upon tier;
They weep with the knowledge
Of what happened here.

The cries are now quiet
But they echo still;
They’re heard in the silent
Sighs from these hills....

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The surface of the water is filled with pollution, It's sad to see such a precious thing so ill used. 
Plastic bags and bottles pollute what should be clean, 
Turmoil for animals who live beneath this screen. 
Fish are dying in droves, no more food...

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There's a pile of sullied threads 
from our muddied yesterdays
of a life we stripped bare
to be thrown into the wash

a hoard of soiled toggery
too foul to be cleansed
I tried to bury all of it
but the shovel of hurt
blistered my hand

pervading memories
suffused in my thoughts
inured scent...

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Heart with Joy suffused,
Later Help refused!
So, No Hopes infused,
It’d remain confused…

A Factory Worker,
For twelve years Dock Worker;
One could not be great,
If one would just wait.
“Who does jams his gate
To walk with poor gait:
Who does ends up ‘Poor,’
About this ‘For Sure’

Denied sponsorship
He won’t sail his ship:
The...

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Halloween rogues place outhouse upside down.
Nighttime, white sheets ghosts ride broomsticks sky high.
Felines cry topmost gates - they wail all-round,
while wives, mates make pleas, moans, a grief-worn sigh.
Sweet treats may stay ill used jokes - least homes try.
Porch lights turnoff - no bold gnomes, please,...

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A MINISTER RETIRES :  
SOLILOQUY 

I arise as infant Phoenix 
from Akasha ashes 
counterparts frozen 
with foibles intact
a still Arctic of death
sheath for recalibration 

Source Light breathes into 
fontanelle slowly sleepily  
Sekmet my doula  
in full attendance 
mane of flaming gold
rebirthing is...

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The Love of Mothers

Nerve slicing mercury inhabiting breast milk, slashing 
the suckling babe, the one who will not walk until she is four 
and endure unexplainable pain. Gold piles up, red tag special 
on weapons (no questions asked), palms greased, bribes split by cronies, 
Social...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one less traveled by and that has made 
            ...

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a delightful
     sweetist singer
after the Lord's 
                      heart
with perspectives
under
   the shadow of 
     ...

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A complete neglect of the dirt
On his labored wife’s skirt
And the ugly one on his shirt …

An Ageing father’s mirth
Continues to squirt 
From Son’s birth
That challengers hurt, 
Intensely enjoying The Flavor
Of procreative Favor;
Happy to father a baby,
Already looking chubby …

Nothing to poor him shame 
Now...

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Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used
Morally targetting  his torturers,
Nobly tending a body and mind bruised
By the meanest sadistic adventurers.

All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience,
Nearly in the mold of a lamb cast;
A last resort of credence
That powerfully could compete with...

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Daphne has no plans to cry:
She shall another man try:
Not The Old with hairs to dye
Nor One others think might die…

Asking she has been: Why? Why?
She never for once did lie
To Mac with his Spurious Love;
Mic Mac to Pranks not above…

Mac, who’d call her Animal,
Twelve...

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Alas it is a chore to write Blank Verse
Unable to peruse my rhyme filled purse
In search for words not better but not worse
A sad lament of poetry’s last curse

To stab the darkness with an ill-used phrase
Twisting the reader’s mind into a maze
Of flaming thought a-dance...

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