Best Pokes Poems

They expected her to be the jolly fun one.
The one   w e a r i n g   a smile on her...

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TO THE FLOWER

Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight;
amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.

Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free...

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Immigrants why do you come?
Whether you are spiritual or mathematical etc. This is our Karma:

Isacc Newton’s 3rd Law
For every action, there is an equal and...

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He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck
You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck!
It was painted blue...now the color...

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STILL LIFE WITH FRUIT

In spite of the orchard
A far white moon dominates
Its sick room presence lifts the eye

Still life with fruit –
Crescent dish with bananas,...

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1.
they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should...

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Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning...

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In the centre of the silence, a giant fills the space
He carries but a trumpet and a battered old suitcase
I watched with baited breath, the...

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GARDEN

Two haiku after a painting by Russell Gordon

flowering dogwood
perched and pert, a tanager
harkens to the wind

flowering dogwood
perched and pert, just listening
scarlet tanager
………………………………..

this plaster statue
she’s naked,...

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A.S.D.F……..he typed,
Retyped,
Again did it, again, again………
Tick….tick, tick….tick……minutes sicken.

Soon his nearby seat she took,
A new student with hairs black,
Just a glance,
Next day, a smile, sprouted silent...

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I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman...

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"Caleb, go fetch me some dewberries from the fence row," Momma says, 
as I polish off my Saturday morning breakfast. "I'll make us a cobbler."...

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As thephilosopher  readies for his p soup anniversary 
Remembering he found this place last Christmas Day
Surely the best gift he did receive
Now for some...

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Facebook is a website we can talk and play
Many applications to while away the day
I have made many friends some new and old
Many conversations and...

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