Best Nonchalantly Poems

Placid rain gently kisses unblemished windows
as leaves fall in an Autumn breeze.
In the distance cinereal clouds congregate,
converging upon the city's royal citadel.

Oblivious to the storm, adrift in cultural fiction
she sits immersed from the ambience
of the scent of new leaves.

Hypnotised - tranquil words enchant her mind,
as...

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Last POTD for the year - 31st Dec 2017

An eagle spirit conquers storms of adversity,
like a silent soul floats amongst the sky's artistry.
Soaring higher, ascending further from perception,
free from judgemental realities of deception.

Through silver rippled clouds glimpses of sun’s projection,
people - hills and streams merely...

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Every night I close my eyes, 
loneliness suffocates my soul. 
I rapidly escape through a portal of dreams,
where we once met with a passionate embrace. 

In your arms I felt alive, 
but dreams fade away like stars afraid of dawn.
Loneliness returns with its gloomy silence,
yet again, I am...

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An eagle spirit conquers storms of adversity,
like a silent soul floats amongst the sky's artistry.
Soaring higher, ascending further from perception,
Free from judgemental realities of deception.

Through silver-rippled clouds, glimpses of sun's projection,
Animals, hills and streams merely blurred perfection.
Cocooned in silent tranquillity, brightly scintillating,
Elevated flow of peace...

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And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs                                  ...

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Every night I close my eyes, 
loneliness suffocates my soul. 
I rapidly escape through a portal of dreams,
where we once met with a passionate embrace. 

In your arms I felt alive, 
but dreams fade away like stars afraid of dawn.
Loneliness returns with its gloomy silence,
yet...

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A muddy toad 'ribbits,'  
before leaping away -
to which I ponder,
if fairy tales were true,
who's 'Prince Charming.' would you be?

I smile,
in the quiet pond's reflection.
I can see fading green leaves falling,
as petals wilt from red to rust.
Soft gold sunbeams caress ripples,
like little Autumnal whispers from
nature's story of...

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Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so...

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WRITING IN A BLACK PERSPECTIVE

Why is it that someone's pain is felt pleasure to another?
I arrived with fears. I cared to find a friend, anywhere
But I wasn't taught to be my own; no school helped me to look within
I heard of God of deep blackness;...

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On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.

Her dimples smiled upon her visage of royal poise
Enticing him to probe her cheerful,...

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I did a show in this tiny town called Longyearbyen. We went snowmobiling around Svalbard and saw Arctic foxes, snow bunting, polar bear footprints and almost got lost in a blizzard.

Bill Bailey

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“Let me be strong, for to be anything else is to languish in the abyss of compromise and to descend to places of impoverishment so destitute that they will squelch my soul and crush my heart.”
Craig D Lounsbrough 

When left to languish in lament.
Metaphorical swords...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous Nuns-on-the-Run drooling ardent dreams 
of swimming naked
in buckets of Blood...

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It stood on the other side of the wall rooted firmly
for the white bougainvillea tree did not belong to me
Wondered why it always branched this side
paving my walkway with blooms of white

While I patiently waited for my rose bush to flower
it nonchalantly continued its year-long...

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If a poet falls in love with you
you will live forever.
Atticus Finch - To kill a mockingbird.

In the midst of conundrums, of 'what ifs.'

I dislike the ocean,
its bitter saltiness, brings no joy.
Perched safely, upon the highest cliff,
watching waves surge upon the shore.
They are a constant...

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