Best Provoked Poems

I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and...

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The ignorant ones claim, 
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen 
how I've slaughtered 
malicious demonic sea creatures
that...

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 My cherished one...

Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper

in the silence of my room.

The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill 

help me to remember,...

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LIFE IN ETERNITY*


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The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent...

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Looking down my tree lined street

the setting sun casts her glow

upon the Chestnuts, Maples, and Oaks

dressed in worn out yellow ribbons 

telling the story of...

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You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're unsatisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll...

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On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready...

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My poetry garden of late has lain untended and forlorn.
I succumbed to shock and dismay upon entering recently, for I observed that
great disagreement had erupted...

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His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.

“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your...

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In a room that once commanded great respect,
stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation.
There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings
and laughter rolling through the...

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On better days, On better nights

 before wide blue yonder

 turned into a black widow spider

Have we met , Have we painted a blank canvas

Have...

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   T~ This is for all the great master poets of art.
   H~ Having the skills, the words, and the smarts.
...

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I rose not like flower or like tree
Not like eagle's hubris in the sun
Old skin shed in the divided city
Last clone of a manhood almost...

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I cried               Why? Maybe it is because no one understands me.
...

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Somewhere in the pretty petty imaginary illusion of delusion
There lies a truth an edifice of search between obtuse confusion

Windows like brick walls and concrete blocks...

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