Best Inspired By Poems

A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers...

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If 2012 prophesies prove true
And Earth’s life cycles again renew
Mysteries of man will be more than a few

Challenges may await future life forms
With intellects far surpassing our norm
Created to live without doing harm

For if they decipher man’s history
What will they make of our great mystery
The...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to start motherhood!

NOT FOR CONTEST

WRITTEN on 27TH August 2016 BY JAN ALLISON

My babe arrived as hungry as a horse
As a good...

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You can probably tell I've always been inspired by Slim Shady 
By the way I rhyme words and the fact my pen's crazy
I'm the equivalent to Jason Voorhees listening to the Marshall Mathers LP with a pen in his hand instead of a Machete 
This...

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Rays of sunlight awaken and skies of sapphire inspire, when mother lies back with eyes veiled, breathing out life and breathing in spirit. She is the fertile earth and boundless sky. She glides through eternity, rising and falling. Her hair, once the color of midnight,...

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I encountered her on a dark stormy night
Her huge trout like lips were a scary sight
Strands of white spittle formed on angry lips
huge folds of fat spilled over her wobbly hips
With scaly grey skin and blood red eyes
and legs so fat they chafed her thighs
Hair...

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You woke at the stroke of midnight
Brain buzzing, "You simply MUST write!
You are filled with desire
Your muse is on fire
Creativity, you should never fight!

Each poem’s been penned by yourself
Not stolen off a high bookshelf
And you know PS rules
(Ignore all the blog fools)
And always be true...

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In lovely riddles you speak of Goddesses, 
those held above the world. 
For each of us I feel you would find a way,
to bring us back a star. 
Glowing bright, 
you would pass that orb into our gentle hands, 
to grow as children would 
above...

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Quiet, pensive, waiting, from out of nothing, a flash, dancing!
Back and fourth, faster, bolder, more beautiful, more radiant…
The sound envelops, and the beauty firmly wraps its hands around my ears…
Relevance and resounding, growing, pulsing, whipped into a fever!
And then easing back just a bit, like...

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In ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions

Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples we chase
and beds we lie
draped in sadness
and shapes of
poetic happenstance

Tear drop vinaigrette
spiced of leftover lifetimes
drizzled on leafy desperation
bids a tired...

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Entering contests isn’t a race
First past the post may not get a place
Don’t make it a mission
To get first position …
Attacking sponsors is a disgrace

Written after reading F J Thomas's blog  AFTERAFFECTS OF HOSTING A CONTEST
30th May 2015...

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Dirty old man
In the mood …
She's feelin hot hot hot
fancy a quickie?

Cross dressing
Lingerie
We should have seen the signs
What can go wrong when wearing a thong
Long and hard
What a whopper
Naked
Ecstasy

Wet dreams
moan moan moan
Hold on darling - I'm coming
This time YOU didn’t come second
Tell me why!


I was...

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Year after year, young people inspire me.
The freshness of youth brings forth curiosity.
Diversity and personality scream, it seems –
Noisily, boisterously, playfully, hope knocks.
Each child has amazing talents to unlock.
Shy ones work in silence while some classmates tease.
Others squirm around on a whim and a breeze.
Did...

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The key is to recognize, that we as instruments can only create music, if the breath of God blows through our lives....

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He loves me 
He loves me not …

He loves me 
He loves me not …

When the rose tinted petals fell from my eyes
I was no longer blinded -
finally I could see his deception

Photograph #No 1 Under 10 lines Contest. Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A.

04~16~16...

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