Best Petulantly Poems

Joan Marlowe was eight years old, and loved the smiling, happy people;
As green pines love chattering redbirds, when an orange sun is gleeful.

And yet, when some found they were too busy, Joan petulantly pouted,
Like the creeping golden sunshine, dark blue-gray skies, once doubted.

Little Joan was...

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Breathe laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivers
down mountainsides of flesh, puddling,  
in the darken depression of navel.

The water rises, about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the...

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“Friendly Fire” 

I was writing 
when death came
like the sound of 
clouds cracking open 
the sound like all 4 
horses, hooves kicking
in windows, stenographically
speaking like a scream, 
my world shattered, the sound
like wanton sirens piercing
the unassuming quiet,
my hands were on fire then, 
the keys melting...

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"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a storm of golden rays 
the bare feet of new tongues...

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As the screaming Sirocco swept the sands,
Suffocating the Shiekh's Sixth Sick Sheep,
It's sister, Simoon, soon sought to strike
The sweat-suffering Sultan's sweet sleep.
Then came the Khamsin, and  Calima, too,
- Dust-devils, Diabolos, Lavaan, Loo!

Angered, Aeolos, King of the Air,
Council called up with him in chair
Boreas, Euros,...

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You perforate my normality 
with snap-shots of the past. 
Images of yesteryear form 
a slide show which interjects, 
dove-tailing, sneaking in to 
the now with the stealth of 
the stealthiest fox. 

Distracted from the present 
my mind meanders down-stream, 
pausing at a bridge arched over...

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vile venomous vermin
intriguing intertwined insurgent
petulantly promenading  patrol
excruciatingly evil exile
ruthlessly relentless reptile...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving dinner was hosted
the plump turkey as dry as yesterday

many wars were waged
because father or mom, 
many school projects worked on...

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Here I found a cruel necessity for a new, chilling ambience
There was even a need for the drifting fogs of dreary past 
A need for the blurred emptiness that sadness elates
An unimpeded appetite for a long lost banister of emotional distain

Negative pores glimmered petulantly on...

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Breath laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam-graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivulets
down hillsides of flesh, puddling,  
in the dark oval navel of desire.

Water rises about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the far...

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SHELLS STARTED IT

my brain is lackadaisical
it does not want to think
put words together
find a theme.

my eyes wander petulantly 
about the room like a lost bird
looking for a place to lite
a nest of soft moss to dream.

let my dreams do the work 
I choose the shells...

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SPECIAL INTEREST 

With the thought processes of the masses overwhelmed 
By the heavy burden
Of no influence on policy  
And with little scope for advancement
Up the greasy pole 
Insurrection and rebellion abound
Catching the chattering classes off guard  

Traducing a broke government is the new...

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What is this?
A dull, yet aching feeling 
Returning—so familiar
Why has it returned this night?
Is it here to stay? 
Or will it simply go away,
And return full force upon my mind and soul?

This is the reality of it all,
This feeling is there because you allowed it...

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I am reduced to a fraction...by the force of the friction...
& pain has become my only addiction...!
Tears,tears & only tears...
Have befriended me all these years...!

The silence of loneliness or the loneliness of silence...
Have made me insane..crippled each sense...
Even the breathes enquire me time & again...
As...

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The equatorial sun was sharp and biting,
It had the mercury boiling,
The tar roads looked humid without being so,
Cars and traffic ran petulantly,
People were scared of burns,
Roads were deserted,
As most did not take up turns,
You did not need lenses,
For the sun to singe through your senses,
It...

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