Best Quick Witted Poems

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without...

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He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by...

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The time has come your passing has happened 
Your desire to live was never dampened 
The great Scottish debate for you to stay or go
I...

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Whimsy

Cunning, quick-witted

Driving,  thrusting, liberating

Souls connection, awakening the self

effectuating, heeding, heading

staunch, steadfast

Realism


03/19/16

Diamante poetry contest
Contest judged: 10.21.16
First Place

3rd placer in another contest (May 15, 2016)

Poem of...

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She died that night you know.  

Throat swollen, 
mouth open, 
gasping for air she died. 
Head down, 
eyes to ground, 
mouth quieted she died....

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I've got this involuntary fascination with procrastination

The coop I file claim to for keeping my record an all time high for being poster child of...

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I went to two schools in reality, 
But only had one in my mind, 
A school that assimilated and understood, 
A school that would not...

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Tom Mboya, son of Ndiege
From the craggy islands of Rusinga
--the craddle of his progenitors
He sprouts like avens in the loamy knoll
And out to the urbs...

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The Haggis is an elusive wee beastie
with sweet tasting meat and two hearts
to defeat. To catch one and feast upon is
a well deserved treat.

Even the...

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With each breath their love grew a love like no other;
the world seem to vanish when they were together.

She's charming and quick-witted, working class student,...

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I could not do what you are mandated to do
every day on society's justice bench,
weighing retributive justice 
against restorative healing.

I cannot look with any comfort
at...

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I once spent a week in the drunk tank
couldn't handle the spirits that I drank
the cuisine wasn't half bad
we even had a few laughs
but I...

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A tradition rooted in the pain of African chains,
On the auction block, where slaves experienced the insane.
Separated...the strong from the weak...the young from the old,
So...

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He strove to be an abomination,
the bold Scorn of Affection and Passion.
Yearning to be free of humanity’s 
struggle to empathize, and to appease
those who hold...

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a solider and a sailor
sing a lonesome song just for your entertainment
but in it you are betrayed by visions of heaven
shine with the late night...

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