Best Skilfully Poems

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When Wishes were made on a shooting star
The Heavens looked down and smiled
With sprinkles of stardust on a whisper of moonbeams
They created for us a...

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Would You Love Me If I Wasn’t A Poet?

Would you love me if I wasn’t a poet?
Writing between the rhymes
Building beautifully a wonder from words
Sculpting...

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Winter crept in secretly with a smile upon her face
Dressing my garden silently with a veil of gossamer lace

A snowflake falls onto my hand; I...

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High
Where
Eagles
Dare to fly
The wind is howling
Heaving against the jagged rocks.
A climber relentlessly hangs on to endurance
Skilfully persevering till eventually the top is reached, the aim...

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My lovely grandma taught me how to bake apple pie 
I helped her in the kitchen from when I was knee high 


Old family recipes...

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In neatly lined up pots in a row	
Flaming red and purple balsams in clusters grow
A visual treat to adoring eyes
A haunt frequented by the bees

Do...

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TWISTING THE DANCER SPINS 

Twisting the dancer spins into the mist of the night, to his own tune 
This unearthly spectre gracefully dances, lit by...

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The Fisher.

A flash of iridescent turquoise 
Captured by rays of awakening sun
As a new day born has begun
Among the thickets and leafy sprawling trees
Weeds and...

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??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE??
[11]  Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken...

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fingers skilfully skimming
over the piano keys
akin to bliss magnetism
renewing rapture with ease

betrothed to God, love distils
vibrations unbecoming
succumb to slow seduction
bliss strobes in our heart drumming...

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somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot...

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Vembadi, my Alma Mater


On day one, I stepped into school tearfully,
In school uniform, clutching my bag nervously.
Miss Barker appeared! I gazed  at her fearfully,
Her...

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Known they are as the Lisbon Lions
But  of  the West of Scotland were they scions.
Etched in history is their name
Because of that ...

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Slowly, perceptively, she melted closer to him. Her movements mesmerized, teased. He was helpless in her power. Never before had he been so entrapped by...

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I DON’T SUPPORT RAINBOWS

lightning planets
falling down
faking tears
from my eyes
and to my
lips touching
then melting
flesh

stupidly happy
skilfully sad
indifferent
as the 
mercury
drops
and I
fall



© Kim van Breda—5 November 2105...

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