Best Ruling Poems

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink...

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Madame Mistress, ebonies princess,
Southern comforts golden jewel,
A golden beauty down south does dwell.
She hides many secrets beneath her,
Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells.
A dark priestess...

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The occupation of India began, with the East India company
And prospered across large swathes of Indian territory
Then the British Crown took control, bringing military might
And...

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Mystical Moon, languidly adrift in pallid glory,
is holding night court, clad in gold silk sarong.
Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing with a story
about a cow and...

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Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,

be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins.



The ruling lot...

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December – A Time to Remember

Deep into Fall, as brown wrinkly-faced leaves wave adieu
Ebony evening sky twinkles with rhinestone-studded stars
Chilly winds blow … a sign...

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It takes two to make a baby
But the women bear the brunt
Yet for reasons that confound me,
It’s the men who most confront.

They just plant a...

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Painting dream-scapes upon canvas of vermilion skies,
O, time! how you elevate my dawn in periwinkle sunrise,
As day’s footprints, glistening amber tapestries rise,
When rhythms of birds,...

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TO THE RULING CLASSES

It’s been seven months and fifteen days
Since you took our freedom away

At home each every night, stay in all day
Since you took...

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Blacked Heart


Within the blackness blissed lies the love that has been missed
For within the miasma mist a darkish deprived heart does resist
Of the silenced sounds...

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A woman’s decision to choose should
Never have been a matter for the courts
A woman knows, for her, what is best to do
When facing the realities...

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So, what is the best theme for
a poem?  No guarded secret, all themes --  
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed 
destination or...

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Mastered Puppets


Of the voices thrown and never shown their cries travel well
A starving sewn with a bitter bone of their life a quiet quell
With larval...

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Go ahead and make the first move, 
but take care 
One or two spaces so I can move 
to my square
Game of life, I’m queen...

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South African lockdown 

Gone is the heave, the bustle and the crowds
The pavements are weeping like widows without sounds 
The governments are ruling with their...

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