Best Shabbily Poems

Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes, petty
Grudges and childish jealousies -
Ably demonstrated by various
Patchworks of shabbily constructed
And hastily planted defences!

Seated high in our remote eyries
We watch...

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A tear was rolling down Melinda's cheek.
She simply stood and did not wipe it off.
She stared right at us, but she did not speak.
A tear was rolling down Melinda's cheek.
Dressed always shabbily was she, and meek,
the one at whom the children loved to scoff.
A tear...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy gadgets,
just a jar of pencils newly cut.
The clatter
of a typewriter
haunts...

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We are all the same they brag
So we can be friends
I look at them
One old one young
One toothless, one with pretty straight white teeth
One dressed shabbily, the other one a band box of beauty
I know I am missing something.
I am thirteen.
I should be able to...

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Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman huddles beneath his umbrella Of refuge.
Shadows of the tenement brownstones line the edge of this...

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In love with Pirates





When titanic sank, 
we were on the deck,
The boat did rescue us afar, 
destiny had in store a new avatar,

The ship we asked help for,
lately been captured over,
Pirates killed kids and men,
sparing only few women,

Ugly faces, red eyes and  shabbily dressed,
killer...

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Walk down the streets and roads past closed doors.
Many with curtains or blinds that are drawn.
Study the various facades as you stroll by.
Give each house it's own story, big or small.

The one over there with the yellow door,
such a tall narrow house with blinkered windows.
Are...

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AFRICAN KID's, KING OF THE STREETS.
 
From the ignition of time
Where spirit of wine loves every
Mind,
I stroll down this town backing my
Brilliant child
Traditional symbol of dark's motherly
Pride,
Africa the diagram in my eye
At age nine I understood every episode
Of the street life.
Web created of metal tread
But...

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I have been made mad before
With my clothes on my hands
Shabbily treated by children in the street.
My hair shaggy and rough.
YOu could see me going through the hoote-nanny
Smiling to every one that comes
on my way in a mischievous manner.
Then they sang the lost song of...

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So why does it end with the love lies?
Now once you got to Jr. High
People were cruel, it was hard to get by
Getting depressed in the circle of life
But now girls are better, more shapely now than then
You started getting excited when one made the...

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Verb

What is a poem absent the context of motion 
a meandering spark of nebulous intent
a senseless sentiment bereft of sphere 
an ultimately monumental apparition
a lie of omission 
and a trivial pursuit of nothing

there can be no intensity before breathing 
before tasting the gun smoke 
rebellion...

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You were always a step ahead
of the backbiters
Thoroughly progressive in your thinking
A woman of intellectual substance will always
be treated with some male hostility
But for other women to despise your gift of wit,
and treat you shabbily because of it,
is a gender obscenity
Yet your acceptance of other’s...

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Men of the Flame

Men of the flame,
Basking in the aura of fame
So confident with signs and wonders
Proclaiming to raise the dead and heal the lame.

They cast, bind evil spirits tame
One even said; "God is game"
Is this offerings for God or the priest-
Whose deceit thrives under...

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I have been broken
Like a man left without a token
Staring surprisingly at the cruelty
Melted out on my fragile soul.

Here in my solitary state
I try to patch up my heart's pieces
To forget about the pains
And let tomorrow heal the scars left by yesterday.

Broken! Like a marooned...

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Mothers are devoted to their children from birth,
When their offsprings are in pain,
Mothers also hurt,
Social graces are thrown out the door quickly
especially when their children are treated poorly,
All their power and wrath become unleashed
to protect their children from charlatans and
thieves,

They will rearrange places,
shutdown cities if...

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