Best Leery Poems

PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

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The Dark Side of October

Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like...

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               I'm lost at sea and weary
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A Vague Question

Bleary 
Query

A Dull Question

Dreary 
Query

A Positive Question

Cheery
Query

A Tired Question

Weary
Query

A Doubtful Question

Leery 
Query

A Strange Question

Eerie
Query

A Sad Question

Teary
Query

A Question for Hubbie

Dearie
Query...

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You’d think a dog named Lucky,
Would lead a decent life.
But Lucky had his troubles,
And they followed day and night.

One day Lucky ran away
In search of...

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  Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

1.   Beginnings

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy,
	and he suckled her breast till...

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A legend in our time,
Nessie lives in Loch Ness. 
And while monster to some,
he is loved by the press.

Moonbeams gilded the waves,
like golden filagree.		
And it’s...

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Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale
Where the farmhouses sit all put together
There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale
Just one...

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Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!! 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem 

Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like...

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Once upon a Pike’s Peak dreary,
This witch said her name was Carrie,
Fog so thick couldn’t see nary,
Though her screech was a bit scary!

Suddenly the thick...

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His slender serpentine neck, silently sliced through the surface tension,
sending ripples stirring in the calm waters of Loch Ness,
He was jittery; leery of being seen.

But,...

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He who is born in the ruthless streets of a busy city
I am without a home
A family
Nor a companion
I am all alone

My homes differ from...

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Tapping on my window pane
I heard the sighing of the rain

It poured down ever so fast
I didn't think that it would last

It came in sheets...

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At age ten, I found a trunk in the attic
full of leather-bound books and tied up comics.
Luckily they weren't dusty; I'm asthmatic,
dad scored them cheap...

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Most leery was I at the introduction,
not knowing if poet or possible seduction?

but after a while I mustered  "hellooooo" 
and 15 years later I've...

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