Best Minacious Poems

From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. 

superbious gait
she glimmered in bright spotlight -
wild domestic breed

In that romantic night, where moon shy...

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Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill
When earth was young, handsome and green
Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow
There stood a tree proudly high and spry.

Swaying and dancing in wheezy pleasy breeze
Never was he still, always in a swing.
Not even a speck, not...

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Misleading, minacious maze now thwarted,
eschews stealth as sandal-clad steps resound.
Determined and dour, destiny draws near;
completing this quest: forever renowned.

Stygian sky grants a much-welcomed boon:
conformable clouds cast curtain aside.
A radiant pearl suspended aloft,
reveals route to where foul fiend does reside.

Mouthing prayers to a personal angel;
supplication: salient...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Dark Moon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014


There's a dark moon rising over
the Stars and Strips.....
An ugly wicked dark moon;

It want go away -

When you think that the most
heinous slaughter of human life,
in American history has long been
forgotten think again.

It peeks through the iniquity...

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A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...



The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.  
I can feel her breathy torment 
breathe cold upon my beleaguered brow.
A cautious glimpse...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Dark Moon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February2014


There's 
a dark moon 
rising
over
the Stars 
and 
Strips.....

An ugly 
wicked
dark moon -

It want
go
away -

When you think
that
 the most
heinous 
slaughter 
of
human life,

in
American
history

has
long been
forgotten,

it peeks
through
the
iniquity 
of
minacious 
clouds,

to
reveal
the
unthinkable
genocide,

that took
place
on
American
soil -

An 
ugly wicked
dark
moon,

bleeding behind 
the
shadows
of
senseless 
and
countless,

shed's 
of blood,

on
the
grounds
of
America -

It was
the
worst 
holocaust 
known to mankind -

Still
to this day,
it
stands alone
as the most
catastrophic 
loss of human
life
 in
World History - 

Even
more  than
all of
the wars
ever fought,

and life
lost
in battle -

This was
an
atrocity,

lead...

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As powerful as an earth tremor that can tear the clinged earth plates apart,
As strong as a lie that can break the glass of trust into pieces,
As significant as a plastic face that can easily wipe out deformities,
As realistic as a fake smile that can...

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There are meanderings who itch and creep
    To fill my night with dread.
There are cataclysms where I cringe and cower
    That are better left unsaid
And there's an apparition to slake my very soul
    Standing menacingly aside...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem: A Raven's Curse 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  February/2015


        On a late January, (winters night),  when once wake eyes now sleeping,  dogs now howling, and cats now screaming -

         And the  lull of a torrentially rainy season -   has...

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it started twenty-six years ago
in a twisted, cramped recast
bathroom

the sun's rays would perforate 
from the right hand side
window

at first there were no 
implements, neither a
zither

it was just shake a leg
shimmering by the bed
stuff

and not knowing if it
would be punctuated by
taxpayers

things began to change
minacious, more from...

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Enveloping me in a cloudburst, 
my minacious blues held a funk.
Dribbles are now torrential,
a rainstorm in my brain.
Overactive mind,
l’m exhausted.
Let me go
right now
fears!...

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When we are aged in body and mind,
most of us hurriedly close each window
wide open to Nature thinking of our end;
we feel cold and shiver 'though it's not winter yet,
will it come soon come and wound us with a sharp arrow?
Ah, we are helpless and...

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THE BALANCING ACT

I woke up again, again and again,
Rewind the incidents that gasped before me;
I was a freak at that time, there I was saved by a matriarch, 
Oh! I was dried and dehydrated yesterday –
In a place where full of delicate young beings who...

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I am the ghastly red face consigned upon a black canvas. The capacity of my hands become quite knavish tricks with minacious intent. I am the ineluctable doom the will run down your way like trailing clouds of lightning. I drink your blood and I...

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