Best Suffice Poems

Part I: Ice

He shines like silver midnight moon -
cool marble statue, this tycoon.
And though he makes the ladies swoon,
of ice he’s hewn; of ice he’s...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part One)

As the Raven cross into the dark pits
Those in torment went into heaving fits
Its shrieking calls, alarms even...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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Words I’ve never spoken
are those I’ll never write,
like words that might recall
the glow I felt one night. . . 
One choice lifetime’s fragment
I took for...

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How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too...

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“ I leave you the best of myself.”
               From a movie...

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I do not want to die
Like each virgin you bed
When you have ravished her
It's off with pretty head

I do not want to die
But…Oh to be...

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1. Big Brother
Big Brother's protecting his mice
with a secret eavesdropping device.
          If you hang up the...

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Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss

Touch not this burning form with hands of ice

A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss

Nor will indifferent...

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Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass;  I'll have me the bottle
with a...

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Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
An impressionist, like Van Gogh,
Winter feathers the ground with snow.
And sunbeams set it all aglow,
icicles sparkling in...

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Words I’ve never spoken
are those I’ll never write,
like words that might recall
the glow I felt one night. . . 
One choice lifetime’s fragment
I took for...

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