Best Parlayed Poems

"Seven Shades and Mr Blue Skies"



You walked into the storm
and waited for some sign
to struggle less 
face upturned
looking for Blue Skies

Seven shades illuminated
the yearning of your heart 

Each colour a meaning 
and emotion 
buried firmly in the past
bespoke in prison Grey
Seven signs of reverence

Delivering a...

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a scandalous secret gnaws
at the epicenter of my being
threatening to unearth
score pillars of dirt
upon which my world is built

gilded in reverence,
vaingloriously lauded
and parlayed to ascend sacred rungs
beyond the license of minions,
the legend grows
and grows
and grows

and though I know
my storied steeple,
as all things crooked,
will surely crumble...

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Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her Great Great Grandparents were said to have come from a practically non-existent town on the Bay of Fundy called Shorn...

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Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled...

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"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone, kept guard
in a transitional nest
over her precious one,
who slumbered
in a...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on the other hand
there's a lot of other hand
upon hearing the chimes of midnight
I opened the door 
another surprise party 
that...

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Love Has No Reply
Love has no reply it just waits- 
love has no reply - it just prays- 
Love understands- as it hopes 
that rage will be quelled-
That the core of your heart will 
be overwhelmed- 
and overruled-Disenchantments 
of the venial mind-are allowable 
If you...

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He parlayed his handsome,
Against her soft assets.
He saw her and she raised him.
Both folded, spent.
He, a sure bet.
She, a wild gamble.
Together, a beautiful transaction....

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“Chasing Ghosts in Cars” 

Like automata
we walk inside 
winding up the stairs

it’s all mechanical
the romance 
programmed

by steep degrees 
in the 
well-routined

we can walk 
through walls
anywhere

to look out 
our windows 
towards the better view

each cell in the body
and mind renewed
we expurgate

the misplaced 
misconceptions 
of others, of...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red and dripping wet -
the stains were wiped with no regret.

When...

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The Ending at Wounded Knee

This is what happened:
Two worlds collided,
The elder one died.

Pony soldiers and Indian police,
Trigger happy and jumping at shadows,
Killed Sitting Bull at Pine Ridge;
     His horse pawed the muddy ground and danced
     To the...

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Art thou the wicked deceiver who cometh dawn or dusk
Once a dweller in the heavens who wrought scorn unto thy Creator 
In the ancient of days did he cast thee a loft
Thus becoming caddish as cag-mag
A drab locked away in Bridewell’s gaole
Whilst thou parlayed the...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish pet
aye be earnest asper assessment, 
but some getting ready and...

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You made a lot of money
selling lewd photos of nude
Then you parlayed your profits
into cyber surfing —  
triple X cinema ***** crude
Nasty video sex business you were so into
Your vested interest was
a skin flick portfolio bankroll ...
Dirty money bottom line
Letting curious customers
put their cyber...

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Or Woman, Or Child, Or...

The following elucidated
     conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
     of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere me 
     cloud and lear, cuz...

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