Best Pied Poems

Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of a suit cold and hollow.

From the top of the hill, he showed us the view,
convincing our eyes it was harshly...

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His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me

He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free

Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he

Always has...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part Two

This is quite despicable and very inappropriate for someone holding the 
“Highest Office in Our Land.” The Pied Piper hides his treachery by
Wrapping himself in the glory of the “Stars and Stripes.” Talk about
True shame! He...

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Maybe God wanted to paint 
this charming creature white;
but when about to finish, 
ran out of paint;
And the result—a pied beauty! 

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Winner (5th Place), Picture Prompt Contest, sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver,
November 8, 2017....

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She is the pied piper of the floral world.
Flowers gravitate to her day and night.
They travel for miles to latch onto her dress.
She never slows down for them, but they catch up.
She is a magnet for roses, daisies, dandelions and lilies.
Lilly of the Valley is...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept...

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Once, kids’ eyes lit up while outdoors creating manual, playful scenes
Stories performed by Puppeteers were great fun for young and old
Today, they all seem mesmerized; eyes affixed on video screens
With parents juggling hectic hours, warmth is vaporized from abode

Trending now is video games; spawns of...

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Pied piper Spider Spidy web poet of Lill
                        Jabbed by muse Arachne she got dressed to kill
     ...

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Pardon me, I don't mean to offend
Nor do I want to be associated to you as a friend
But as a woman, I have to defend
Those women you make take a wrong bend
What made you pretend to be their friend
You are the one who brought their...

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I looked up and saw you for what you really were
So now you’ll be the stranger and I’ll be the fool.

There was an inaudible crack spreading in the air
From the glass heart you crafted in my chest for wear

It matched the one that I wore...

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‘ The Pied Piper and The Tiger … ’  67th  Senryu



 Both:  The Pied Piper
The Lady Or The Tiger …
Readers Picks … Either …...

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Piping loud
(An Epitaph  to the unsung hero William Blake)

Fighter he was with
Bow of burning gold:
Arrows of desire:
Chariot of fire!

He heard the lamb’s innocent call
And the ewe’s tender reply.
Always remembered who made the lamb.
Never ceased Mental Fight
Never allowed Sword to sleep
To build Jerusalem

In England’s green...

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… Was He A Fiend
Or A Friend ?
Where Did He Take
The Children ?

With Gaiety
He Played !
What Childhood
Dreams-Displayed ?

In Each
Cherry-Cheeked Head …
That Followed
Unafraid

… Only Poor Little
Crippled Tom
Sadly, Got Left Behind
At Home

Whose Honest Parents
Were Only Ones Nice
To Pied Piper
And Willing To Pay Price

… and So, Kindly He
Left...

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Peterson was his name.
Pied Piper was his fame,
Led kids down dark path with his flame,
Smokin pot and singin songs with no shame.

They dropped out of school, lazy and lame.
Now, vagrancy is their aim.
Sleepin and smokin weed, their game.
But Peterson felt no guilt and no blame....

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It was on a beautiful Sunday, that I was relaxing in the park,
Obtaining all the bliss I could, before blue skies grew dark.

The air was filled with songs, and bees were bloom to bloom;
And the stillness of summer heat, drew birds of vivid plume.

There upon...

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