Best Purloin Poems

Aster 'Blue Autumn,' summer wanes. 
The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor.
Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive 
all to soon-to purloin sun's last...

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Next item up for bid, a rare coin of mine
Is one 1894 s silver Liberty dime
Only 24 of these coins were minted that year
That is,...

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I have picked up a scent, something's been killed
  And I can hear my feline foes growling still
  I trot off to the...

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Beyond the distant saddened sight,
inside this lonely broken place,
I see the light that slowly fades,
the flame that burns like love's gaze
into this empty soundless space,
the...

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Were I to swim to the edge of the sea,
what splendid scene should await for me?
Would I behold the legendary town
with glittering brick roads and...

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A drunkard, a thief and a con man,
Who was known by the name Greedy Jack,
Lived a life so vile Satan watched him awhile,
Said, "Of sin...

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There be
the goats afloat
of devil’s purloin ditch 
of mix of fact, the faker spoils 
“the child!”
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There be
the child revived
adults of quickened souls
a Ga pe, Masters...

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"Catch that cloud with an upturned eye,"
Said the spy with the sourpuss, sober cry,
When or whether, the weather of feathers fly high,
What are we but...

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The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down...

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Could one learn what romantic fever is?
All I knew was my miserly uncle
With whom we were living,
Fell suddenly in love.
Still he held on tight riches.
...

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Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.

Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his...

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It’s joy that rules my pen most days.
So richly blessed, I’m one who prays
when life presents a daunting test
or obstacles obscure my quest,
attempting to purloin...

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In sandy Egypt lived three men
In ancient days when pharaohs reigned
The kingdom of the pyramids,
Osiris and that Isis’ den,
Whom everyone worships and heeds,
Or at least...

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The midnight raven does not chatter.
He screeches and waits
upon the gallows for a hanged man’s eye
-a tasty morsel for a daemon.
For a raven is a...

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