Best Ja Poems

A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION

Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants 
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.

Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow, 
circular stairs...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH

The twelfth of November reminds me of the day            
when our paths  first crossed  then came to grow on  trail.         ...

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Lyrics are timed to music 

Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow

Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the...

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES

From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, 
spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air,
their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair;
suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style,
the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare.
Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins
rosy...

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What temprate joy began with

Such afterglow took away

Once forensic dissertation 
dismantling the evidence sends

When massaged vanity and 
guily platitudes are subsidised
overcome by inertial reality

As fraud is replaced and integrity 
lost 

Pondering the cost of what was
gained was lost

And comes with no return policy

But speaking personally...

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HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES

Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .

It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful...

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Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.

Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!

Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up...

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Der Glanz in deinen Augäpfel,
Und der Reiz aus deiner Schönheit, 
Rufen mich um dir zu kommen;
Wie der Pfiff von einem Hundbesitzer.

Mit dem Verhalten deinen Augenlider blinken,
Naturlich kann ich nicht nein sagen,
Sondern  dir folgen ohne Zweifel;
Wie ein Hund seinem Besitzer folgt.

Sagst du mir, was ich...

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Brooding passion
' neath pride..a prejudice
D'arcy could not hide

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on Jan 17th 1706 Benjamin Franklin was born 
became a printers apprentice 
established the first lending library
was known as an uncommom comman man 
that taught self in science and inventions






Benjamin Franklin 1706-1790


Also Entry For Brian Strand's   Vignette
A Literary Love Affair Contest
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Summit Times Ja Just Gotta Walk Away...

Excusing yourself as if...
going to the bidet,
an immense water closet
(perhaps the size of
Mar A Lago type getup),
sans human waste
(after flushing)

empties into prez Donald's bay,
where one bum wrapped aforementioned
toilet finely (and finally) enthrones
derriere exquisitely, and, delicately
intricately, chiseled wrought with cloisonne

ah...enjoying...

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He was a lyricist
Who wrote his words down on toilet paper, paper towels, or torn up  cardboard boxes
Just jotting down writing on anything that’s lying around
Always had/has pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
While working a job making...

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Pon mi soft whisper satin                                      
Pillow, A voice,...

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When the lights go off
When curtains are drawn  
When stillness settles here
    
 I lie thinking 
        
 It is you swirling in me like feathers in soft winds or letters over an ocean
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My Birthday,The Calendar Speaks

Since January 4, 1951**********
(Written for the Shanks, the Youngs & Jim)
“...Raging glory...Forever young...”. Bob Dylan
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The calendar speaks
Of this day, seventy years ago, when
   I was born.  Around 6 p.m.. Wearing a crown 
Of thick, black  hair.  And...

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