Best Modern Poems

Leonardo’s Mona Lisa has nothing on you 
with her familiar face we’ve seen for years;
but your young beauty that’s so fresh and new,
leaves men around you seeking new frontiers.

Your olive smooth complexion soft and fair;
that lovely smile with tender moist pink lips.
Your chestnut eyes and silky auburn hair
leaves men around you trying to get grips.

And...

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I never leave home
there she rests
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I do not like your mobile phone.
I do not like its ringing tone.
I do not like it here nor there;
I do not like it any where.

I do not like it on a plane,
nor when I’m on a crowded train;
not in a bus, not in a car,
not even in a crowded bar.
I do not want to...

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winter moonlight

slips through louvered blinds -

reading between the lines


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A Modern Haiku Contest
Sponsor: Chetta Achara
        Placed 2nd
 [P.O.T.D. 1st Jan 2022]

 ©31st December 2021...

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(a disastrous morning Sonnet)

I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!

Our pre-dawn jog went...

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Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that I seek
That is supposed open 24/7 days a week.

The pub is open we have an unlimited license,
Let’s have a drink before we go to bed!
I’m sorry we are closed the...

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How different was the world of long ago
when writing was a special skill to hone,
and masters of this art were so well known
with names like Wordsworth, Shelley, Frost or Poe.
The realm of poetry began to grow
exceedingly as newer forms were sown
though now there are so few of world renown
while poetry itself sees endless flow!
The techno...

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Oh heavy heart these PR men in power
Yellow waxen masks reciting lies
Discovered by research in college towers
Who watch flashing brains in MRIs
Recording as fear lightens lobes
Word and images recorded and sold by drones
For use by corporate men round the globe
Control both CEOs and worker clones
Yet life's free forces flow in city and town
For through the...

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She wakens to the most ungodly ring tone-
her husband's cell phone left there by her bed.
And next, her damn alarm clock's blare is fed
by noise of the neighbor’s lawn mower’s drone.

At work, suppressing groans, she is a clone
who answers e-mails, and with silent dread,
takes clients' calls. Guff fills her pounding head;
again and then again that...

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An anomaly in furnishings, I was;
so avant-garde, I triggered smiles and buzz.
Not like baroque, ornate styles of the past,
my bona fide remake was made to last.

A cacophony of patterns- deja vu,
brought slow ennui; now time for something new.
With full carte blanche, my sharper look emerged.
Sparked by elan, my modern era surged.

Some called my offbeat stylists...

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Upon the green hills of Cymru
I stand arrested by the veiw
of cryptic sea and ancient shore 
that stood ten thousand years before
they met my callow eye
and will remain for many more
long after I die


I'm solemn above the briny stew
with thoughts of kin I never knew
fishing the sea, mining the coal
or mining the depths of a...

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this boy - 
he is mythology
he is the pomegranate sitting in persephone's 
palm - 
(looks can be deceiving)

this boy - 
he is a mirror
can show medusa what heaven really is - 
how pain really feels 
but medusa never looks 

this boy in the sun - 
he is the smoking gun 
in the death of icarus;...

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Is it the light
    that long    high fluorescence?
Or    is it the half-light?
Why am I so dizzy?

Or    was it the Sleeping Gypsy
    mounted just above descending stairs?
I'd seen the work in magazines
    robbed of size and color flair
but...

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~Beautiful Faerie~
(Modern American Sonnet)


Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
Where are thee so very beautiful maid?
The day outside is turning so aerie
And all the light now it's nearing to fade

Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
With beautiful eyes the color of jade
And delicious lips the color of cherry
And a very sweet smile I can't evade

Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful fairy!
Without you the sky...

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The Lord is my Poet
I shall not fret

He notes me down in white sheets of paper
He rhymes my life at all times

He holds the pen
He writes a new song in my heart
For His glory's sake

Yea, though I go through the 
valley of the shadow of blankness
I will not be afraid
For You are with me, 
Your...

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