Best Noised Poems

Once upon a night so bleak,
frozen silent laid the creek --
air of death, pushed, swore
and swore...as if were fists
pounded the frail, wood door;

shutters noised, bolting and
banging; metal hinges oddly
clanging – cupboard glasses
adding more tumultuous tang, 
as they, in vile unison, vibrantly rang…

suddenly, through frosted pane
I...

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My uncle went to West Point Military Academy, 
Was the second US citizen to be a licensed pilot, 
So I thought my knowledge would help everybody, 
So I became an Eagle, an American RAF pilot. 

We all signed up September 1940, keenly poised,
But did not...

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Seeing you still the same but different
Changes only my eyes could understand
Walked pass the noised hallways
Your eyes wore meaning, I couldn’t find solace.

I walked behind you trolling
The familiar blueprint of your physique
Had me palpitating but my heart was crawling
How could I un-love my everything?

Recalling the...

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Rog the funambulist 



A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying on a trapeze,
Though he blessed the earth with no dauntless heirs.

None could ever hope to meet his burly like again.
How...

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Noised silence pulls me
in a broken wilderness 
I drift amidst time
circumnavigating what
this dark abyss beckoning

Suddenly, a light
out of the black I appear
into a blue day
Angelic she, I've been found
my dark abyss, now silenced 




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A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and...

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she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,

hauteur cloaked with reticence,

her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable

official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts

Bravado of naughtiness in candor yet tacit

 

“Free me free me”, rants in melancholy

as  ignorance upsets sorts of sort

Insensibility of differentiate as angels...

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Be mute, keep secret now and hide
all that you wish, all that you might,
Let in the deep of lonely soul
It will be risen and be gone.
Be silent like the stars of night,
Behold again their speechless light.

How can heart say its hidden words?
How will somebody know...

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We have not the wit for Whit 

                                  third of this trinity...

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the rumor was noised about that Jesus was on site
and the spreading of the word was faster than the speed of light
Jesus was in the house preaching the Holy Word
telling the people about things of which they had never heard
when Jesus is in the house...

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the Pit of Hell
I had dream
a broken thoughts
Of strange nightmares
darkened my dark

Lighted by thick darkness
no rules no responsibility no order
beautified by darkness melody by wailings
Coloured by horrors,
horrors you have never never seen

In the fragility of my dreams
The last of hope is lost there 
even the...

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she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,

hauteur cloaked with reticence,

her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable

official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts

Bravado of naughtiness in candour yet tacit

 

“Free me to free me”, rants in melancholy

as  ignorance upsets sorts of sort

Insensibility of differentiating as...

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There was a lady from Uganda, 
Who always knew time's agenda, 
She was captured by aliens, 
They were the unseen villains, 
This became a noised propaganda. 


August 14, 2023....

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The throne of the crow 
Dominates their subjects below
Scanning each plot of sow 
For the murders they can overthrow.
The two withered branches from the tallest trees
Seat the crow and its eyes to see that vast blue sea.
Its vertical stick, oddly a nature of patriarchy. 

Long...

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With no noised date yet
On when they have to wed,
Anyone could safely bet
That it’s a right-bed
Welcoming wrongs of the lust-red.

A victorious head on her lap,
First, in a woolen cap,
The idea selling he could in same
Have a lingered nap
Plus things that feed shame
Between a loin and...

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