Best Rehearses Poems

A lonely figure twirls itself, concealed
by blades of wheat as clouds float through the sky.
The form, a boy, looks up from golden field
and sees the clouds as wedges of cream pie.

He hides despair as if it were that wart
beneath his sleeve.  A no-fuss, lonesome...

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I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew

To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to...

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This is the story of the daredevil, Frank Todo French-Fry.
He thought he was special, thought he could fly
But one day he was taken and placed on my plate
He did not want to be eaten; he did not want this fate
So, with hope and courage he...

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I sing the songs of the aspens and the oaks
They sing to me harmonies and lovely verses
Accompanied by the breezes’ instrumentation
They teach me while the forest choir rehearses.
The taller pines express fervent gratification
That Mother Nature has given them height
So that they may see horizons far...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app

When...

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Outside the classroom
Sun and cloud dapple the vale
Thrush rehearses triple phrase

The while overhead
Lark ascends in descant stream
Studies the Elysian scene


2 May 2019

Contest: Bite sized poem No.4...

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A special dedication to Beyoncé's "Drunk in Love" song in her album "Beyoncé", which came out in 2013.
 
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I took a cat nap...yah put on your classic, clever-mini cap 
drank that sorrow sap, my companion and cool chap 
Torture me with your rap...
and all that...

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Admonitions well-expressed in verses
maxim or adage that truly blesses
your wise counsels are valuable indeed
like Scripture proverbs my soul rehearses.

With your narratives of faith-propped fervour
along vibrant lesson-filled endeavour 
your voice reverberating through poetry
shouts experiences with worthy savour.

Echoing your delightful victories
via testimonies and good stories
your lingering poetic...

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Little boy ill and in bed every day
couldn't join friends or go out and play.
Little lead soldiers marched on his bed,
many adventures whirled in his head.

The land of counterpane lay on the bed
his landscape sewn with needle and thread.
That quilt all wrinkled, crumpled, and more
are...

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My knees wear out on me 
My feet feel like lead of rue
My knees give way, you see?
My numb feelings isn't because of you

God gave me freewill with no strings attached
I hurt myself so much in the past…in the past...
I love you, Lord, but self-hatred...

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Downstairs I go
Elevate me, you know 
I'll get over the luv floo
Over the bad days too
Acting like a weirdo
A clown with an upside down frown... I'm a positive Poe 

I'm out of my mind
I can't remain blind
Let's put it this way
I'm a darksome day

Hero, come...

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 Mingled highs and lows from the weather
All around earth gives forth flowers 
Radiant sun awakens and birds gather
Constant change as each tree grows higher
Hopeful season of spring; spirit towers

Majestic springtime sunrises
Amorous hidden feelings spring forth
Rapturous aroma surprises
Captivating senses of mirth
Heavenly days linger, henceforth?

Magic moments...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush, Director of American Studies, King’s College, University of London in...

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Like a hurling sling
Is a poet’s pen.
Both are sent
To pursue a purpose.

He errs by will
And rehearses error;
The critic mumbles
And so in prose.

Than prose poetry is harder;
Moods must be spelt
Attitudes choreographed 
And scenes preserved.

Who is the poet’s critic
But lay specialist
Who’s career founds
On a poet’s error?

One writes...

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Mingled highs and lows from the weather
All around earth gives forth flowers 
Radiant sun awakens and birds gather
Constant change as each tree grows higher
Hopeful season of spring; spirit towers

Majestic springtime sunrises
Amorous hidden feelings spring forth
Rapturous aroma surprises
Captivating senses of mirth
Heavenly days linger, henceforth?

Magic moments float...

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