Best Scold Poems

  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
 ...

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THE POET’S PANEGYRIC

“There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed
and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached
This poet sought inspiration from the living and...

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She told me to write about love…
…fine.

…

I gave up on you.
I gave up on your testaments.
I gave up on the way you said to hold...

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I wrote what I thought was a 'poem' some years ago,
but it lacked rhythm, rhyme, and had no smooth flow.
Its imagery was blurry, and it...

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Who can say where it comes from?
Only that it’s there, when least expected,
thought to be rare if not obsolete

One night, the air a swirl of...

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 Quote:
"Xenodochial (pronounced zeena-doh-key-ul) means to be hospitable. Making others feel at home is truly an art. When you can make your friends, family, and...

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When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the...

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I can hear them from here 
Their wails and cries 
I can see their tears from here 
They are the babies I wasn't bold enough...

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...... Part 3 ......

The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts...

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What’s it take for women to hate
their first born so long and so cold?
Sly smiles as he choked on the bait.
You sat in that one...

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I was born a girl
whose parent’s died.
Then given to others
whose social status was high.
Papa, the king, but died in war.
Mama, the queen, who didn’t marry...

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Posting early on a dozing suburban 
hill
Mays warming morning rises and 
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.

Blue-high sky...

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Broken Trust, Dying Of Love


Baby, nobody came when I cried out for you
if I were a lawyer maybe I would just sue
if a doctor, would...

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( while taking a tour through those poems readers are requested to keep in their hands,  a
feather from the pea-cock’s tail )

Volga - 1...

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Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me...

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