Best Parlay Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became a paper tigress in tatters; 
regrets and rejections  remorse...

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The falling leaves serenade and ballet 
Whilst the harvest moon slowly waves good-bye 
The sky; a straw-like yellow chardonnay 
As the "Good morning" sun rises a nigh 

The frosty glitter on naked corn stalks 
Waltzing between orange pumpkins and gourds 
Flying in tango a parlay...

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oh come, my dear little wee one
      what a long, full day you've had
         this is the last that you'll see sun
   but please, now, don't you be sad

the sun,...

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In a pond beside a meadow
Where the slime and algae gurgle
Dwells a lonely Plobawobby
Lurking deep in murky waters.
There in sludgy weedication
All day long alone he shroudles
While the crested newts and leeches
Dragonflies and slimy slaters,
Wigglies, damselflies and skaters
Cresticate the water's riches.
But at night when all is...

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"One can speak poetry just by arranging colours well,
just as one can say comforting things in music" 
                           ...

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Inky dinky parlay voo?
I’d prefer to nuzzle you!
My eloquence is kind of dinky.
Some might even call it kinky.

That’s ok, for I PARLAY!
And I do it night or day.
I can whisper in your ear
naughty words. You want to hear?

My passion is not inky dinky
See! I’m giving...

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"An X-Mess Carol"

Somewhere standing barefoot
in the sand, she thought with guilty pleasure
“This is the KORO SEA!” and
conjured up a multitude of story scenarios
Buccaneers, Pirates Parlay, Treasure Maps, 
Davy Jones Locker, Jack Sparrow, Ho’es
you know, those 
childhood things
and for a short hit, guilty pleasure
then the tide...

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Old Inky dinky parlay voo
Had a race with a green kangaroo
They stood side by side
Inky’s laces got tied
By jingo it caused a foo doo

Poor Inky fell over a murdle
Whilst kanga the murdle did hurdle
Kanga leapt on ahead
Inky’s twang how it bled
He mopped up the blood...

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21.

I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.

You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant gloom.
Like a pestiferous browsing parasite
Intent on some impending doom.

Crawl! Crawl away from sight...
I reject all you say and do. Find
Another...

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Run friends as fast as you can
From this dreadful land
Be wary of a terrible sight
Of things that go "Blasty Blang Beedle Bum Bang" in the night!

Nery a more terrible sound
That can be heard for miles around
A sound that doesn't sound right
Of things that go "Rackle...

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown and paint by and by
of sylvan symbiote's 
in magic-detection-anecdote-dissemination 
scapegoat,
where...

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“Winter’s Journey”  (Part 1a)

Out on the ice somewhere, 
in a cold banished territory
in a ferocious, hard-biting cold blizzard
a mother Polar Bear 
is crying out to her cub
who is nowhere close by, 
nowhere never to be seen,
it’s all very sub-sub, not ultra pristine
journeys like this...

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats 

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between...

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"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware, beware"

barefoot softly 
the Supernaturalist 
transfigures instead

from under shine 
she bares 
what exists 

deeper 
beneath 
that cumbersome skin

silently she turns 
watching...

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When you are alone,
you look at the others
and think
that one had too much ...

time to think

and that one … 
well, you surmise, 
they are on the brink 
of some precipitous ...

evaluation,
about to take a big tumble, 
they parade monumentally,
then they fall like the risen 

bright...

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