Best Shrilled Poems

Murder at the Prom

Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto.
Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos.
So callously smothered,
they never recovered.
Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 11, 2012...

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Muddy Water's Gramma gave us licorice

I walked the old Kenwood neighborhood with my twin little brother and sister in tow,
'hold there hands and look both ways before you cross the street'
No use trying to talk my way out, knew it was the only way mom...

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HELP! HELP!
 She is sinking,
 Sinking into the abyss of despair.
 Her brain is striken And her mind is stifled.
 She has been enervated.
 Her integrity is being manipulated,
 Irrationality acts as spring board to moral decadence,
 Opacity then entangles her efficiency
 While her eminence...

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I passed by Old Man Banksia, a wonderfully gnarled tree,
While trekking through the Jamison, a bushland pedigree,
I saw the broad leaf of the Geebung, with its yelow frill,
The distant sounds of Katoomba Falls with its water spill.

Suddenly excitement grew, new noise, a whipping sound,
Its shrilled...

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We fought as one,
 the blood it run, 
All around our feet ,
Our bronze age swords ,
Were not ignored ,
We sliced and diced so sweet,
 
The dragon came again, 
again,
it’s Stinking breath remained, 
remained,
Like sulphur as it chilled,
 the best of brains,
 We tottered on...

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All the noisy critters, warblers and the morning, young horse rider
have taken with them spring's harmony;
no longer can galloping beats and songbirds make this black, forest
echo with their delightful sounds of felicity; 
winter has indeed stripped it of every beam of light and lovely flower.



That...

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Between the blue sprawl of day
And the expired light of night, 
A seductive winding-down
by a sky no longer drawn tight. 

Clouds wisp across a molten orb
Like fingers over an amber eye,  
Steal sapphire from the sea,
Leave a long spill of golden dye. 

The beach...

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The koels’s shrilled song followed me
As I turned towards the dark path
In muted silent tones...
The frogs croaked along
The darkened flowers in misery
Hung their tender necks~~
Only the ivy climbed
This moonlit chateau
As my soundless steps reached its ancient arch
**The creaking door welcomed me in
And there amid the...

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the roots – i.e. genealogy of words long held me 
   (no pun intended) held spell bound
e'en upon fertilization of ova and sperm viz – conception, 
   an acute sensory means n'er got drowned
out via the bubbling, dribbling, huzzahing...
  ...

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Natural serenity prevailed in the garden
That evening,
A warm light breeze blew
Interweaved with the sounds of
Crickets
Chirping their shrilled symphony,
And occasionally interrupted by
The haunting cries of wild peacock.

Bathed in pale moonlight
Stood a man 
Dressed in a simple cloth robe
Wiping beads of sweat
And blood
From his brow.

Peering at the...

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Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
 and I need a touch

Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of each
blooded strikes
when the deep
ancient scars nipped

Then know this my
foe
That am...

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A Word-its an remark or statement
words when spoken can make or break relationships..
they hold our thoughts and modulate into emotions,
they inspire at times or break you badly.
if said from deepest part of our heart, they melt stone hearted person too,
but if cursed or choosen carefully,...

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A wild pagan, the wind, a spectral masseuse,
  Blunt cudgel and claw dipped in liquid frost,
To corrupt and ravage the pit head columns,
  As black trees threshed and leaves were tossed;
Slapped against satanic steel mill backdrops,
  Thrust over crusty cracked fissures of...

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Worn gloves we donned, took to our knees
Black soil we turned, for bright pansies;
As tulips spied, rich loam we tilled,
Then spread thick mulch—a robin shrilled.

The sun beat down, not cloud-deterred
While, from the south, warm zephyrs stirred …
Then pause, I took, to watch my wife,
Her face...

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I was strolling to the entrance of the Barley Tavern,
when I was passed at quite a rate by angry Billy Brown.
He’s mumbling and cursing before he kicked the Tavern cat,
and blamed it as the reason for his marriage breaking down.

With the cat completely winded and...

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