Best Tersely Poems

In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in...

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This is presented in a series of three sonnets in a collaboration
between Daniel Turner and Lin Lane. 
They are based on the original sonnet of Daniel's "Night Angel."
Thank you, Danny, for the inspiration and for allowing me to 
give poetic voice to your Night Angel.


In...

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TAP TAP (A Writer's Contemplation)


Tap, tap. I promptly turned to view.
and felt somehow it could be you.
Where have you been, I tersely cried?
... 'Here' just here' -it seemed she lied.
'I was afraid! Where did I go wrong,  
that you, your twin were long time...

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Justice of a beautiful woman is that of a model.
She may just be a Christian whore.
In five inches high hills, she does the Catwalk.
Her asymmetrical body spins in Prada blend.
She smiles and saunters entertainingly.
She is powerful.
She is a mogul.
Justness of a handsome man is that...

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This Space for You...

Darling, my darling, how I long to see you so,
Such a long week of papers, pencils and meetings galore,
Prepare yourself for such a surprise as you surmise an unseen row,
Thusly have I, justly I espy this space for you rose petals and...

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Beginding


We met in the slumber of the sun
Where the sounds are more than verbs and voices
But still, beyond a few, or two, shines one
The rest are merely incorrect choices
This feels like a shot in the dark
But great fires can start from sparks


I just May have...

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My mind lost in thought, I see him from across the room.
The deep ponder I was in ends with a provocative move.
I knew I was going to approach him with a skill tongue.
However, I am very shy when meeting someone so handsome.
He seems to be...

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Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to rest her road wary bones
From the bend of the elbow,
	to the cut leather gloved hand 
waving a five finger salute
With...

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Walking merrily about did John J go 
Did fright a come about his usual glow
Scared to walk in dark and muddy rays
Tersely rehearsed in fragile ruddy greys

Drops of iced earth 'neath his sullen feet
Trodden spirits bequeathed his hellish beat
Hardened like a rock, the soulless son...

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Helper for heartbreak's dissipation
           Coat of slick paint covers pain
        His younger hair longer temptation
           Gives dead Romeo...

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One, a hole, a dot, a singularity 
Two, twin dots of eyes that look back at me
Three, an ellipsis falling short tersely
Four, connect-the-dots to make a square, shapely
Five a quincunx, criss-crossed diagonally 
Six, a double hyphen of dots, two lines of three...

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Did Determine That Divulging

We Did Determine That when divulging,
What happens when you are indulging;
Had eaten a lot,
That we brought;
For a long time we have been bulging.


Jim Horn

Who we did adorn after being born

After my poem had been posted,
Did end up home after I coasted,
Down hill;
Big...

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Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible, 
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.

At breakfast I scratch in a notebook, 
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus 
is still nibbling my brain?
I remember then the billabong and the ‘jolly...

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Do you remember ever holding your deeds.? Paper
Links to real estate freehold' an epitome; one seed.'
Of human independance.? Be that what it may be? In
A bundle of actions' often tersely displayed dotted
Lines on draughtsmans paper-like a greaseproof affair'
Pages upon pages quite a bundle i declare.'...

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At breakfast I scribble in a notebook
questions like:
why do I feel like a duck-billed platypus
has been nibbling at my brain all night?
The I remember
the billabong, the kookaburra
and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom
party-crashed my REM-sleep.

I ask: "Did you dream in the night dear?"
“Flamingo.” she says tersely.
After...

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