Best Masterstroke Poems

Your presence gives me pleasure;
 
I avoid looking
still I see your graceful heel elevate and wait 
I notice your neck tilt
I feel you're palpitations 
I have felt this before
   
Now, l want more 

Your cheek is flush 
the final touch
 
A master stroke...

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In May of seventeen seventy-nine
Henry Clinton was having a hard time,
so tired of the rebels still fighting,
had to somehow get Gorge Washington
out of the looming Hudson Highlands,
and then force the war to a final ending.

He marched his army to the north
meaning to shut down King’s...

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The British traded with Major Murfree,
a galling fire the redcoats did see,
while Wayne waded through the deep swampland,
at the front a corps of axemen did walk,
to cut down abbatis that might still block,
the slogging pace of Wayne’s fine, picked men.

Crossed the marshes, ‘cross the strand,
to...

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They say you are cuter 
but through you I see myself
an artist with a masterstroke
the Wilson Ngoni of reproduction 

Your googly eyes a mirror
through which I see my past
reflections of dreams I never achieved
your rabbit ears so alert 
to hear all the good wishes 
I...

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