Best Rudely Poems

 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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Turned and tossed like toys
Riding the mighty waves
Their master does what he wilt
To them his humble slaves

Rudely he flings their boats asunder
But calm can be...

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Into the deep woods cheerfully I walked
Following the path of a lone shining star
Hosting a magical fairytale in my heart
Beholding sweet visions of who you...

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In His eyes was the wisdom of the ages.
In His hands was kindness and love.
His manner was tender and quiet.
In His smile was a light...

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While talking to the moon about my day
How strange, when from the east, a minstral wind
As sleeping trees began to gently sway
Dead leaves upon the...

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Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale...

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Mist rolls through silently, ghost in the trees.
The near field glistens; the far fades away.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
Winter’s advancing, has nothing...

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GISELLE AND MOM

My name is La Belle Giselle,
Round my neck is a bell,
Love my mom, who feeds me,
But sneak out for a midnight
Snack up our...

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More than the grand fireworks display,
above chart-topper music blast;
What is the highlight of this night -
The Media Noche, New Year’s toast.

Above chart-topper music blast,
stay still...

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It’s 4:00 A.M.
and my alarm clock rudely awakens me.

As I wash my face, I look in the mirror I ask,
    “Why do...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon...

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My adored is here, Oh Vincent!
Charming with your perfume's scent
not minding if it costs just 50 cent.
Wishing to lean on you
and form a crescent
on your...

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One Sunday afternoon in spring,
i was tending my garden,
trimming and watering the roses,
when he first passed by.
I remember standing up to break the ache,
and as...

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Adrift is smoke, that rises into the shape of a question mark...
Blurring the vacant night, with a ceremonial arc

Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a...

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The music video is more or less a continuation to the poem. So please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying...

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