Best Stratagems Poems

Up the slope, I climb the vista
to elevate my placid view.
Beneath my feet, the bed soil sighs
while dropping beads of morning dew.

At the summit, my...

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AS IT IS

I am going up the ladder of life.
Killing all the blow flies in sight.
Knocking down the spider webs as I sing to myself.
I...

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"Heeling Mephistopheles" 

murdering crows
flies in on the bow 
of a Stradivarius 

strange webs cleared
from the mind of 
Machiavellian insolence 

insisting life written 
by dancing fingers
pressing...

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It all began with Adam and Eve and that wily snake!
Eve was tempted and ate the fruit - that was the first mistake!
Adam was right...

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For an instant we are sunned and golden, lounging by the pool,
An arch suspended like a bridge, or cathedral, above our satisfaction,
And while eyes behind...

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Mutter is an aggregate requisite to glimpse the truth.
Potential suspicions may dwell on a bitter deception. 
Each zillion times a single syllable is pronounced.
If this...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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The truth like stark reality remains immutable
Despite attempts to promote sophisms
Dressed up as verity and verisimilitude at a high table
Where misguided minds dabble at euphenisms...

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troubled youth
void of couth 
non-cognizant of devious stratagems
possessing them
in hidden silence 
keeping alive — the violence 

causin' mother's to mourn
mourn the loss of their precious...

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If the foe is far too strong for you today,
just save your strength, backtrack very cautiously
that you may still live to fight another day;

go back...

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A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open,...

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When the wolf applied nicely
If he could come in,
The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't.
Then they scratched at the hairs
On their chinny chin chins,
And tightly bolted...

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signal of approaching cataclysm?
we can't see the gauntlet
it's past the cunning poison
a villain of his own timeline

piqued by an illiquid New Moon
Level 2 risk for...

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I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
 I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
 I took refuge in solitude to avoid...

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