Best Riling Poems

When gusty winds blow, riling my troubled dawn in gelid woes
Squall of my throes dissipates in scented whiffs of budding rose.

As brazen fog shrouds mind, heightening my grief, poking fun 
Defyingly I step out in glinting rays of the dawning golden sun.

Refusing to surrender when...

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What knowledge do you have of my home?
Have you taken a walk through the cemetery?
Walking on my tracks, footprints of eternity.
Have you read about the deserts?
Thus roar, thus blow filth,
Have you, met the survivors?
Felt have you, their struggles?
In The dusts that destroy,
That whistled as they...

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After a wonderful late afternoon walk in the park, 
my wife and I moseyed over to the Japanese Hibachi Grille for some dinner. 
What we got into was some good old fashioned drama down at BeniHana...

You see, I got me a fetish for shiny cookware,...

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A storm is brewing 
Like a raging waves
As though it is hitting

The wind is echoing
Like a ferocious ox
A storm is brewing

As if a kid is revolting
Like he is a ravenous 
As though he is hitting

But, alas, one is baffling
On a certain instance
A storm is brewing

She...

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I am no revolutionary
For mine is not an ideal
A noble statement
I ain’t gonna give a speech
No riling up crowds, riots
This ain’t no cause
No movement for you to join
All that it is 
A cry to the heavens

I am a man tired
Tired of all this
This pain, this...

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In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor...

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Should Be Done

If you want to have much fun
Here is what should be done
If you data used is empirical
Write some sounding satirical.

So much for my rhyming. Now
for my formidable blank verse 
format.

What should Democratic party do.
They should start having a daily
presentation of negative Trump
ads every...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration as fete accompli chink 
   in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic 
 ...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration fete accompli chink 
   in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic 
  ...

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(Imagine singing it to the tune of the song
when you have come to the twelfth day)

On the twelfth day of Christmas my husband gave to me:

twelve plates  a' piling. .  .

eleven notions riling. . .

ten new things for cleaning. . . 

nine remarks,...

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Cackling old hens posing as journalists-
thinking themselves angles of light,
lay poisonous eggs filled with lies 
and gestating hate-
riling against common sense,
and the rooster crows at noon.

Idiots, entrusted with government
destroy our country and way of life-
while the majority just watch 
as the little foxes spoil the...

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As time passes by, people pass through
In all walks of life and ways of behaving
Most are congenial, but I’ve noticed a few
Who, apparently, have an inane craving

For causing a ruckus whenever they can
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why
They enjoy riling, and...

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This is a dangerous man. Seduction‘s tendrils lace
thumbs at collarbone, his digits wind round behind.
Manicured, long, clean…fingers, made for face tracery,
pulling back shoulders and raising crest-capped peaks.

Thumbs at collarbone, his digits wind round behind.
Soft, full, Latin lips nibble the pulse racing at neck,
pulling back shoulders...

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The raindrops sparkle,
cunningly on your lashes,
jewels in the mist.

The wetness of silk,
reveals a woman's beauty,
only once just imagined.

As the sky pours down,
little beads of ecstasy,
a kiss warms our lips.

Your soft, warm, damp skin,
riling imagination,
in the pouring rain....

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Petals that fall,
The subtle black that swoons.
The brief streams of pale light.
Little things, with hidden wings.
That sing short things about rhyming rings.
These things that like rings, with wings.
It’s your eyes and ears they do sting.
It’s your heart they do prick for sinning.
Certainly it’s not you...

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