Best Mogul Poems

Tea and Sympathy
met Days of Wine and Roses 
Old friends enjoyed brunch
with Arsenic and Old Lace
at Tiffany's for breakfast.


For Mr. Brian Strand's
Tanka Me contest...

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I don’t have the financial muscle
To wrestle the American State President intellectually
If the truth be told ;
I don’t have half enough in my savings account
To...

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I was beyond bereft!
With very little money, sure, we had a small place.
But no cash nor tree nor presents nor food were to 
be.
I cried...

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The headlights were upon me, with no time to react
My mind and body shut down, so I never felt the hard impact
I remembered not using...

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A poor hired labourer,
Or a wealthy contractor;

A road sweeper,
Or a civil engineer;

A biscuits hawker,
Or a business mogul;

A hungry, unkempt and unknown beggar,
Or a well fed,...

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The late night storm rushed into the valley,
Pouring down, 
Creating the sleepy ambiance only a mountains lull can provide.  
The crisp damp air crackles...

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Dressed in green, plants and trees grow
Roads of red clay, joining paved highways
Dry and dusty, wet and muddy 
Walking shops, sleeping vendors
Basket of fruits, bin...

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His gold teeth glistened in the sun
As ‘Long Ben Avery’ turned
To face his captives, head lowered,
Their providence to learn

For Avery was a pirate bold
Trained in...

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Justice of a beautiful woman is that of a model.
She may just be a Christian whore.
In five inches high hills, she does the Catwalk.
Her asymmetrical...

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Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights

Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed...

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I’ll sing you dream songs
that last as long as the hills
but know this my love
it’s fullness IS
the striving of our wills

Against the darkness
that has crept...

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Mogul

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THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way...

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old songs, tired poems,
languid in clotted veins,
human condition, 
artistic renditions, 
nose-to-tail in ruts carved deep, 
of older stories, 
of blood, 
of heartache, 
of tragic mistakes,
the...

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The curse of verse, at worst subversive,
Cursive, ad lib, tragic,
The means defines scenes, supreme beings let off steam,
Beauty queens daydream of magic.

Sense of place, being...

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