Best Rued Poems

*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw...

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Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, 
the vital  from the plethora of logs. 

Voices buzzed  interminably :...

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You talked about me when I passed by,

You said I’m so girly when I standby,

I shake it, fake it but still you see it,

You said...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
...

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No Maria -
when a Bernstein motif lingers.
No rosary beads -
they'll simply slip 
through bourbon-stained fingers.
God carved the seven continents,
with skillful guise, 
and Puccini cries.
Adam's rib...

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Joy rued another Friday night
of re-runs. What a sorry plight!
"No more!" she cried. "I'll head for town,
where I'll lose this pathetic frown."

Why would a loner...

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Naive Guillotine


I once knew a poet named Balveen
Whose heart was not a touchscreen   
Confused when she read some barbs
Until she was shot by...

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For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

      ...

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In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child

Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my...

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I got up late
and felt so tired;
I rued the day
that I'd been hired.

But all was well:
"Day off," I said,
and laughing loud,
returned to bed...

for Sara's 'Morning'...

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When angst and hate my rancor stirred
Fuming indignation, reddening my face,
Emotions choked as muscles tightened,
Slurring my speech, abandoning grace;

And rational discourse then disappeared
Vowing vengeance to...

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Jude's
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Dissolute December

As far as the dissolute December went
And beyond , went the waywardness of minds
And the apostate April at last did  end
The real- time...

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If ever a frailty should be rued,
then my emotional resistance of
those who hold my affection dearest
to them, is the sin that equates my soul
with the...

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When I was dewy-eyed I longed for sex,
a kind of sex fit for a male virgin
who lusts for the head of a fair maiden
regardless of...

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