Best Prised Poems

Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The shock was too much and he had a stroke...

Though he was unconscious he hadn't died
Woke in a coffin for his...

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In limbo her soul breathes
The inky black of midnight crawling her skin
She watches his chest rise and fall
The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep

She pierces his dream with silent screams
Calls him awake with urgent longing
He stirs and twitches
But does not come to her

She fingers the...

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The paramedic lent down, ignoring the noise, 
The commotion and the screams.
He was focused on just one thing, her in the driver’s seat, 
He ignored the other teens.

The lights and sirens, the urgency, 
He sat quietly by her on the stretchered ambulance bed.
He gently prised...

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Unquotable quotes: Addictions: Smokes, Drugs, Sex, Films and Sleep – XL

Where the hand leads, the eyes close.
When the eyes shut, imagination is on fire.
What you don’t really see is what you feel.
When you feel at ease you fool yourself.
No joy is real until the pain...

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What if...the world weren't broken
And mankind loved each other
No poison words were spoken
And brother loved his brother

What if...the wealth of Nations
Was loosened from the greedy
Prised from their groping fingers
And shared among the needy

What if...the Vaticans Secrets
Were spilled among its minions
Or the 'Churches Coffers' opened
For the...

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Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all the blame on her weighty handbag

One afternoon she had time to spare
So she decided to empty it out
Anything that wasn’t...

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Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare...

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PEARL

Invested with iridescence
Calcium carbonate could impersonate
And subvert solemn  daylight.

In the indifferent ocean
Oysters copulate with future
And  grow gravid in nature.

Begetting a rare solidity
Befitting a miniscule masterpiece
Which is just happenstance

For a huge price, this prised-out gift.

Mar 19,   13  
S.Jagathsimhan Nair...

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Panic as I open my eyes to a new world.
Leaving the path of seeing and hearing,
into this frightened  bundle of humanity.
Tried reaching out to feel the air,
Cannot even hear the sounds of living.

Fear of the dark was closing in on me
Hated to be in...

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 The first two limericks I posted the other day but Sara Kendrick requested that I write a sequel so added four more, I've included the two from the other day should you wish to read it in its entirety.


Bank robber Jim was one unlucky...

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prize prised from glass phial
wondrous wanderings await
map scratched on parchment

purpose nigh fulfilled
past tall trees, ten paces North
what lies 'neath soft soil?

efforts reap rewards
cherished childhood toy unearthed
party game enjoyed

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26th March 2017

For the "Vernal 2017" contest sponsored by Brian Strand....

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The hillside stained
in bloody mindlessness
yet nurtured with tender care,
tend heady dreams
as yet to be invented,
besotted, many virgin souls
fragmented. An awesome
power to wield, a thousand moods
to create, the sluice gate of an
intellect to be prised, an
ambiguous logic to flounder,
an infringement upon an open mind!

So! The needle...

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I fear to be Here 
You make me feel spooky 
Your greyed hue laid me in cist and
Chaos of headlights gore the peace
they reminisced, 
How he dumped me like a trash
I repel to feel bygones allures,
What tasted like Himalayas.
When you painted me in blood and...

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The wordsmith toils over hot metal fonts in wellsprings
Struggling like a blacksmith to hone and shape 
    thoughts and images into typeface words and poems.
To conjure up meanings from thoughts twisted, prodded,
    cajoled and prised to render mindful hot...

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All my life I yearned for the answer,
To the king of all questions, Why?
Vowing to find the solution before
In my beckoning grave - I'd lie.
           
I travelled unto the end of the Earth,
And reaching it,...

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