Best Negotiated Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up past the Whitethorn hedgerows to 
Ascend the snowy Heys, I...

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concerned about being upstaged
the glorious blue tinted rock
negotiated 
sent in the puffy white wisps 
to cover the vibrant coloured evergreens

the brown field in the foreground
felt offended
wondering out loud 
"what about me?"
then added "beauty you know is..."
but never bothered to finish the cliché.

for my part
i was...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to lift an unfolding nation
the first cut the inauguration the call,
have...

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For thousands of years, ice giants were sleeping.
But now, these dense “blue ice” glaciers are weeping.
Warnings that in many ways bear repeating.
Global climate change speeds glaciers’ retreating.

In Alaska and Glacier National Park,
The melting of ancient glacial ice is stark.
Half the world’s glaciers – in Land...

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Given in appreciation
but taken away on request
translated to foreign land
but asked to surrender everything
employed to serve unknown guests
but asked to behave brainlessly
taken for a tour as personal effect
but chained for whims of tourism

Today young girls of the world
are chattels of people’s wishes

They are dustbin of...

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I am dipped in burnt sage
smudged with black skin
Choctaw infused in my DNA
Creole seasoning the roux 
in my bloodline
I slow simmer
for I am daughter of
strong warrior
Too powerful to
give up
cause surrender is
an unfamiliar name
to my lineage
My hair kinks just right
Bones and muscles designed
to balance the
world on...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets 
the conferences of frogs, 
the unpublished works 
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

He speaks for the bulldozed,
the displaced. The native and
the...

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Call girl of Thulhu? 
I smiled at the voice at the end of the phone.
Not been in action for many years, but had a keenness for a kill.
Sure is, I said in my youngest voice. 
Happy it did not crack or give my age.

You can...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is he, yet as fresh as tomorrow,
in green ponds he fishes...

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Nibbles McCheesy was ever so speedy
And scampering all round the house
Trojan the tabby was getting quite crabby
For failing to capture that mouse

That cowardy custard could not cut the mustard
The mouse was too slippery for he
In truth it was mainly and really quite plainly
For fear that...

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Unconfounded by a doltish lack
of general public adoration,
our poetry we'll offer here --
and bend each other's hungry ears
in supportive, negotiated pacts
of (mostly) mutual appreciation....

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When you were born
the Sun named you Wondra
and Luna fed you star fire from her naked night,
they knew you would dance with feet of love war
that your heart would become poetry, body an angel's repository
and that your soul would cry diamonds, a mind of misfit...

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It was an old sailors birthday,
he went back to the docks.
He met a professional lady
they preceded then to talk.

He had been alone a long while
thought that his tide was nigh,
time to have some fun
before prices get to high!

They negotiated terms
on what he"d have to pay.
Then...

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Those little bridges
Perfect eyebrows
Half-moons
trampled by feet
that don't care
callously tarry.

The questions in
extinguished glances
a play staged for
dwindling feet
for faces are shameful
from corners of eyes
under fading half moon
a price charged
negotiated in the red glare
of evening wet cobblestones.

The heavy sweet scent
nickers around corners
eyebrows raised
over glassy eyes
sitting between evening
hordes of...

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It was promising to be a cloudy grey day if things held up' still what can you expect in England in Janruary Tom reasoned, he was already considering how far behind he might be in the days tasks at 9'45 in the morning! Oh well...

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