Best Noosed Poems

And here
we are
again,
my love,
under
one more
bullock
cart night,
devoid 
of care,
ageless
in joy.

Clingy
as sand
are the
actions
of past.
Forgive,
my love,
forget
as well,
devoid
of care,
ageless
in joy.

For long
had I
raged and
hated
the tide
that took
you far
adrift.
But now,
my love,
I know
by...

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Manic Melancholia

He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness

A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason

Sold out...

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Lula Pickering

1887 – 1906


Have you seen my bluebirds today?
Have you fed them a few crumbs of stale rye bread?
I must have taken a hundred walks...

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At the breaking of the new dawn
Where the hopeful golden glow melts the dew
A sleepy world awakens to the brightened new dawn of life
But at...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787-

One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang 
And the valleys with every...

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Rusted spiers
Splinted by liers,
Triers in sin
And all that is wrong
Mounted in untruth
Where they've been for so long

Dented hopes
Noosed with ropes,
They team with darkness
Writhes with ire
A...

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My hand hangs from the stirring wheel, 
Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work
and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal
My eyes...

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I loved you,
though you were a drowning man,
with cannonballs noosed around your ankles
and a whiskey bottle barely in your grasp,
rushing to depths too black to...

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Silver does not smoke a 
fire.

The flames are to 
blame for displaying the 
greyness.

A tie never hangs a 
rope to a tree.

The chair will not...

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all she ever wanted to be was one with herself
and yet here she was disunited and fragmented
seeking what seemed out of harmonious reach

heart choked in...

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my darling, you are the first red flower
in my garden of devotions
and the resident at the highest tower
in my castle of emotions

but also, the first...

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Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants 

Now that my mustang is old
My reins...

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That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away 
along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed 
wires...

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Fitting my eye
to the keyhole
I peak into 
the elegant room.
I have an amazing view.
Beyond the table still holding
the remains of last nights
gourmet Meal, with 
flecks...

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gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness 
give me a hand 
take thine arm
without the silent treatment 
and a thank you 
for the mind fook
hoovering...

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