Best Massing Poems

Historically accurate, narrative poem

27 November 1868, on the banks of the Washita River  

Dawn’s peaceful first light streaks the eastern skies, 
belying the horror of a marauding force of horses and men,
silently stealing over new fallen snow preparing 
to deliver a fateful blow to...

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Hooming in the near lorizon, 
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!

More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging,...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Five

The Monseigneur knew that they must be successful in this venture as the “Lord’s Madmen” or face the very real possibility of eternal damnation, if they should fail. They had no choice but to risk...

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It’s the gentleness of words passing
Joined hearts in tune, enjoyment massing
Keepers of a bond that’s heaven made
Love growing deeper in soul mates shade

Magic mirrors need not be given tokens
Nor flattering words forever be spoken
Oaths given freely from two lovers lips
Passion igniting wings that don’t slip

Quickening...

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Balance is the sixth sense.
Like a dreamer's dictionary,
The planter interprets the times and the seasons:
How to till the soil.
How to plant and how to reap.
How to repay the overdue debt

There are margins in the field
Which reapers leave for gleaners.
An everyday cup 
Allows water to pass...

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February came in keeping with its ancient character a month of coldness, wetness and of thawing,
With departing frost and melting snow, February could possibly be called the wet season,
Maybe it's a time for floods and damp we are inclined to regard old severe winters gone,
It...

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Peasants of the Playbook

You’re peasants of the playbook
Yet you think you know the reason
For the failure of the team
That does the best it can this season

And, massing in the mews
You’ve raised the mewl to a mew
Questioning the mastery
Of a coach as good as two

By what...

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Massing waves drummed offshore
Above them a partnered wind blew
Together they prepared to war
Against what I once knew
This dark and cold wet vastness 
Brought forth my waterloo...

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Still heat. The dust in the gutters 
is dry. A droning fly 
can be heard through the shutters. 

Ruined walls. Rubble. Sun-cracked plaster. 
Afternoon, and nothing stirs. 
Things should be moving faster. 

Some streets away, a gun stutters, then stills. 
So, they persist in killing...

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...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...

We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to 
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity

The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...

Dolmened
"...for nothing but Humanity"
(ainsi a-t-on beau),
said Beckett '38,
'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses,  
glooms interrred in 
sorrows' ignorance
ignorance's sorrow, &
Entropy disavowed...

We,...

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alone I made camp
in an old post-war lean-to
so close to the river
mist covers me like dew

next to my rough camp
I found rougher white stones
faded names, faded lives
graves hiding old bones

in the moon's creeping light
I now make out a field
spread out past night's shade
where sad mourners...

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On the bright parkway comes the throbbing drums
The sound of the pan and sound of the horn
The great crowd alive like a beehive hums
And children gloating like goats in the corn
Float after float like birds of paradise
Skin and colours blending in mirth's devise
The aroma of...

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Hi you, yes you
I'm talking to you who think you do not need to hear this
Yes you can hear yourself as you are reading this
You know why you can hear yourself because,
I am in your mind and I might be massing with your mind
And I...

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White celebration again,
With mothers and children
Juicing, fruiting campaign,
Tossing drinking Champaign,
Standing and sitting again
With singing and dancing domain
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no gain again.

Lightening x-massing you see,
Prepared for months to be,
With touring and camping on sea,
Treeing disco lighting may be,
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no...

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Bloodsport
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Children of the darkness
Massing with the waxing swell of our mistress Luna
As the canines elongate prenatal sight sees it
An unsuspecting naked city 
Their feasting ground where many foolish herd beast
stalk the night as hunters ignorant of near lifesend
As the living shadows with burning nocturnal eyes
writhe...

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