Best Shunted Poems

Everyone called him Great
The Kind soaked with pride
He blew his own trumpet
Was he the God’s own child!
 
 
His subjects lived in misery
He did not bother for their plight
‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’
He shunted misery out of sight
 
Darkness never mattered for him
Beautiful women lighted...

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School was another word for hell
A place of torment and fear
That I knew so well.

Every night in my bed felt like
A condemned man to be hung
In a Prison cell
The clock ticking away
The fear mounting
Toward the break of day.

I dread the mornings
Because the nightmare was about...

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Within the streets the bodies burned;
No human hand available to put ashes in urns.
What lead to this state was fear, hate and violence.
Rendering everything, normal and known, to utter silence.
Why did this happen? And how could this be?
All that flourished is now decimated, pertaining to...

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The suburban pressure cooker expelled its multiethnic horde north. Laden with implements of leisure, bicycles, kayaks, canoes and camping gear; world weary travelers of urban and suburban bent surged north ever, north. Bucking, they wrenched in unison at road repairs, shunted into single lanes by...

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Villanelle : Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars 

Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Nor of how déchets comets shunted life to arid earth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores

Wildly lashing oceans marked the...

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From what time or place does this White bird hail?
With clapping thunder and striking lightning upon shale.
A feeling of dread before a feeling of fear,
knowing but wishing the creature wasn't near.
Creaking with sneaking does the wooden floor quake,
slowly and surely, the walls begin to shake.
A...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin was placed a long time...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction
warm sand under my soles and my soul undisturbed

Wandering on and carefree...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths, crown heads
perspiring, chanting and glancing down
on marching, mechanical arms, then worrying
as they scurry along infinite, crisscrossing paths -
at once so...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

   When at five-thirty
The foot falls gently
Of the vision...

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I admit I've the blues
I swear this is true
Mother of one
Stepmom to none.

But a lover I am
To three children's father
Engagement whatever
Legally doesn't matter.

Marriage counts
In the courts they say
My opinions don't
Until my wedding day.

Even then I'm told
A difference it won't make
To one who's heart
Remains locked away.

Shunted...

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It's six days since
the Hole was dug...

First frost clings now
to newly turned earth,
to shunted sod,
to stones, to pebbles.

A grave grows colder
today than yet it's been...
Hearts grow busy, too.
Supplanting last images
with happier ones. 
The heart and mind curate
a story to tell and re-tell;
to tell ourselves. To...

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II.
Carmen had no other family left,
and said,”I guess I can give it a try.”
Her mother beamed. “I live in Miami,
I’ll pay for some movers to come by!”

That was how Carmen found herself living
in the guest home of her mother’s mansion,
it was almost as large as...

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I've never seen forests so small
as the ones I see in your eyes.
I could get lost in them forever
but could never stop asking "Why?"
 
Why do they look back at me
when i seem such a bore?
Why do they look as if to say
"I just wish...

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glancing at thee beautiful doll female human, 
   an aggregate of positivity arose. That four 
tut hood toward slender youthful looking chica 
   figuratively took my breath away. She galore
re: us lee ranked topnotch on my register 
   of...

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