Best Posing Poems

The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison...

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. . . smooth shades secretly serenade,
blush and blend, to send vivid vivacity.

- a masterpiece in the making -

like a painter posing with...

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Oh! soul, strum with every pulse, strings of wisdom
Be in the known, yet, be conscientious of unknown
What you claim to possess, don’t let it possess...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous...

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With my brightened lens, I watch you
mystically zooming in     zooming out,
and my eyes focus on the shutter where
 a hundred gulls...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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He wakes as sun surrenders to nightfall;
emitting a haunting howl, he rises to prowl.
Bright amber eyes fixate on sources of nourishment. 

Leaving his protected den...

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Aspirations and desires he set out to reach,
One day he will make it and they will all be rich,
From a young age, he carried the...

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In my bed.
Winter blahs.
Colorless ground
Icy jaws.

I poke my head
Timidly forth.
I see some green
I feel some warmth.

I stretch my tendrils
Toward the sky.
Spindly spikes
Reaching high.

Slowly my body
Unclenches,...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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Thinking myself unborn
                      ...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining...

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I ask Freya of the cool blue North
To be my special Magic Goddess 
Naked in Her clicking high heels
Freya, my new fantasy friend 
At my...

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December Twenty Seventh 
Of Two thousand and Nine
Is the night I lost my brother
A Best friend of mine

The night two paths were chosen
One for him...

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Mother Earth bearded with trees, 
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches, 
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar...

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