Best Palled Poems

From defeated lips
you bleed raw emotions
they tumble from lips of palled pink
Words that flow but eventually sink. 

Eyes of solace and somber some cold
You wish for mercy upon your soul
Slowly and gradually you bury your knees into the dirt
Holding your empty heart out in your...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with tattered threads
(from ragged clothes they’ve left in shreds),
crocheting hoods to hide their heads
	and faces, full of rubble.
But many things will...

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(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s...

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MIDNIGHT  BLACK

No, I’m not -A racist of sorts, I mean
But detest I do, the black of midnight scene
Purple ,that smirk’d a wicked sheen,
groped, wiggled, with cold fingers keen.

Palled by a convulsed face wretched in pain 
viscous slime ,red on  bruised mane 
Daggers sculpted...

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A common-born child
was changed by the death
of a man one day.
Back in the 60's,
(I remember.)
when barefoot kids
were called in,
from carefree play.
A rowdy, raucous group,
(Tag, you're 'it' No! Tag,
I got you back.)
tumbling into the backdoor,
in answer to Momma's call.
I, being first inside,
pulled up short,
knowing something
just wasn't...

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It is the winter of my life
And I don't need
To plant a seed 
Or pluck a weed.

In fall and winter I stay in.
It is too cold.
Jack Frost is bold
And I am old.

There was a time when winter palled,
I longed for spring
But here's the thing
I've lost...

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In Britain, in Britain
The clock it is ticking
As people tend flowers
Or Q’s last for hours
And blood pumps and pounds
All in vain, 
Our time is misleading us,
The chase is deceiving us,
How! Does it all sit in the frame?
Do we need so to scurry.
So make mundane things...

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What just brushed past me?
Like wheat pricked, dry.
The sky, she said.
Ah, and some wonder why.
We drink! ‘Til vision of inquiry pales.
Palled upon the violet sky bales....

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Saw a great movie
Palled around with friends
Everyone keeps asking
How have you been

Redbuds in the park
Glory in their purple majesty
And I can't help but remember
When you shared it with me

Wish you were here dear
Wish you were here
It seems to long
For you to be gone
Wish you were...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting 
(think feeble attempt 
impersonating plumber plunging - 
unclogging backed up toilet), 
flushed with satisfaction,
now snakes into following non sequitur,
whereby then upperclassman,
whose name Scott Lambert

I...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
attempt impersonating plumber
(think unclogging toilet)
please support your local bummer

back in the day one
long haired pencil neck geeks palled
around with another 
hirsute nerd - Roger Kummerer,
(who both of...

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Do youlike what i've written
are you thus faily smitten
with the meter and pace
not too slow, nor a race
does it travel to your liking
are the pauses so striking
you forget where you are
on the earth or a star
you do justice to me
that the rabble canst see
they would...

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Of youthful musings,
Sad and sweet,
Of sorrows passing, soon to greet,
All remembrance, hushed and still,
As each lost moment may entreat
Steadfast desires,
Once fulfilled,
To rest, but never will.

Of blind affections,
Kept with care,
Of cold promises, havens shared,
In a tear, a touch, a smile,
Each expression becomes bare,
So glowing gardens 
Can...

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watching as twilight
crept over the brothers
and stars being re-birthed
to fortify the Great Wall


street lights line to ignite,
the shimmering black mantel
concealing azimuth,
and seductive ebony lips 
slide,over the lamp


once more,
A visage of ivory
looks upon earth
on the cusp
is where your found,
a palled specter
drifting shadow to shadow
passing as
a will-o-wisp...

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My son, speaking like a true griot, 
A body of things rejected 
By the sinister profile of language 
Spoke one clear prophecy to the riot's 
Heart, before he from this world was ejected 
He named the bagage 
He carried unbowed in his lineage 
But did...

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