Best Rigidly Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up past the Whitethorn hedgerows to 
Ascend the snowy Heys, I...

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MY ROBOT BENNY

I have a robot at home, his name is Benny,
Who is also, extremely office friendly.
He wakes me up every morning,
As a new day is dawning,
And taps my hand, ever so gently.
I wanted him dressed in a vibrant colour,
So he was delivered to me...

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the flowers he is holding are just one of the reminders
of that grief he is holding on so rigidly,
prompting a picture of his wife, sniffing the same flowers
as she walked the aisle, he smiles stupidly.

now he reaches the place his wife’s resting, as a ritual
it’s...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes as it nocturnally numbs the souls underneath its spell

Eurynomos watching...

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The glitter of everlasting Adamantine the tower of sunlight does 
not exceed its grandeur of brilliance. 

One of a variety immovable monument of stones thus stands its 
ability radiating from a white throne within the city of God. 

We shall see streets of gold as...

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A Blessing Tree
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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in the 
Midst of becalmed yellow seas,
To pervade the shifting groves
With...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The...

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‘If not for you ‘Bri' I might have hated all men'
Sobering words my ‘little sis' said to me, 
But just where it happened, or even when, 
Is a window through which I can't see.

I know we were younger, probably in our teens, 
Between us there...

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DREAMS AND MINI BEAUTY 	   	    QUEENS








Held hostage in yards of lace and taffeta, they stand stiff and poised. 
Exhibiting a collage of
rhinestones and sequins sewn meticulously amongst every
frill and ruffle they rigidly 
parade the stage.
This gala event of frenzied...

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WHOLE AGAIN

While young on the ladder of growth,

I boarded a similar covenant ship;

Having summoned the great Teacher,

And sworn a thick fealty – hinged on

An immutable decision to pave way

For a diminutive obstruction route to glory.



The agreement was hammered hard –

To the board formed from titanium,...

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Roaring engines, wheels on tarmac
Flight 82 is running late
Pilots push the throttle forward
Flight 82 disappears into the black

The nose rises, the speed quickens
G-forces push you through your seat
Inkiness outside the windows thickens
The planes’ destination silently beckons

The plane reverberates with a steady hum
Passengers unclasp their belts
A...

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Along these Great Southern Shores
Where Antarctic waters pound the beaches
Or scorching Northerlies
bring clouds of desert sands

I do battle
Having entered into a ferocious duel
With the GARDEN STRUCTURE

my hands of sinew and bone
against elements sewn together
a straight, silver representation of absolute
forged by men who value strength

my plans...

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I Looked At The Mirror
Mirror, Looked Back At Me
I Asked The Mirror
What Do You See ?
The Mirror Smiled
“Same As You See”
I Touched The Mirror
The Mirror, Touched Me
Pressing To Break Thru
Glass Vanity
For Tho Eye To Eye
Sometimes I See
Mirror’s Right
 Is Left To Me
And My Right Side...

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Braced for War

The atmosphere is rigidly braced.
The boots of warriors are tightly laced.
Water horns are filled to the brim.
Staples in saddlebags bulge their rims.

Armies flank the four winds in preparation
Lightening in their eyes they fight for creation.
Warrior shields are cleaned and polished bright
Reflecting the sun,...

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