Best Nook And Cranny Poems

Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were sound asleep for it was dark outside
And then Rum saw a window that was open very wide

A breeze came through...

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Winter is approaching.
 I feel it in my floorboards; in my baseboards;
in every nook and cranny.
I wait to be filled again at this time of Thanksgiving, and
As I wait, sounds of the past linger in my consciousness:

The excited moans of the men and of the...

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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to death

I had heard,
In the cover of dark
Everyone was a robber
Or a masked assassin!

Without a roof over my head
I was like...

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"As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet

I keep a journal, a treasure chest of memories.
Where I record each day’s activities
Where I divulge my innermost secrets

As my feelings overflow...

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The rose was fragile in its beauty,
Its hue the colour of romance novels and warm tea,
But these flowers aren’t flickers of flames in winter,
They were cold,
They were your soulless eyes staring up at me from a casket. 

You became the still image of everything you...

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From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes in-between
I woke up to the crowing of cocks
And the mooing of cows
I woke up to the leaping of calves
And the...

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Jamaica is our island’s name,
A land blessed with so much fame.
And for the part that our heroes  did play,
We pause to reflect and salute them today.
Nanny  of the Maroons was a heroine ,true and brave ,
And fought with all her might not to...

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YUCK

I know we are supposed to love them
all creatures great and small

I know God had a reason
when he created those that crawl

even those that creep and flit
are part of a master plan

filling every earthly niche
in air, in water, on land

but Lord in your mighty scheme
please...

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My mind is a very active place.
Like for all people,
the number of its rooms is limitless,
for the mind travels to many places
as well as traveling via novels and movies, 
so those rooms are ever-changing.
They are decorated automatically.
You need not lift a finger to decorate them!

One...

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LOVE FOR GREAT OR SMALL

Many eons ago, in minds far superior to ours
from a past Man never knew the earth became habitable 
before the savage became Homo-sapiens
visitors had come from unknown worlds scouting earth for expansion

They carefully laid seeds of their DNA and planted green...

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Hope springs eternal, they say
   Robin red-breast seen with the blue jay
Flowers poke their way up through hard ground
   Buds on tree open, prisoners unbound

The sky is a pale azure-blue
   Her breezes so warm and inviting
Spring's yearly hope's again...

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Time is a mirrored hallway.
As you walk down it, the past echoes at your heels,
The present flashes briefly as you pass,
And each step brings you closer to a future you can never see.
Life is what happens between the past and the future.
Every second we live...

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Into my general path with a low voice.
Included are profound love and rejoice.
There will certainly be no lyrical illusion.
Simply a breathtaking, supple inclusion.

In the same vein as a delectable sweet.
She brings joy and a soft, cherished beet.
This involvement encapsulates her well.
In the bliss of my...

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A crook that liked to search every nook and cranny
In the process he would pinch every women’s fanny
He was shocked one day 
And gave it up straight away
When he found his granny was rather manly...

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The first time I met Madame La Laurie, was in 1832 When she and her third husband (Dr. Louis La Laurie) purchased me. My first impression of Madame La Laurie was that she was soft spoken, of fine breeding, and very beautiful.  

Upon her...

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