Best Th Poems

I'm a briny whore
wit' reekin' drawers
me honor ter make yer acquenchance
th' skipper's maid
me port's decayed
one doubloon, yer seafarin' urchin?

Yer scurvy rat
a-crawl wit' gnat
orf seadog scourged wit' rabid 
yer cannon's immense
'tis cocked 'n tense
yer cutlass be yearnin' me scabbard

Yer stench o' sewer
me bits'll chew yer
bumps 'n...

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"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)


JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE


TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF...

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Sad as the night wolf
Crying for the moonlight sky
looking for love alone...

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I Will Always Love

Darkness greets this unwelcome day, 
Dreams of happiness fade away, 
They're gone before the sun's first ray; 
Tears are all I'm capable of.....
Yet, I will always love

At times, lacking the will to live, 
When I have nothing left to give, 
And solutions...

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You And I

I am the rose, you are the thorn, 
I am the calm, you are the storm, 
I am the light, you are the dark, 
You are the kindling, I am the spark

I am the grass, you are the weed, 
I am the feast,...

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Never not what it started as;                                       ...

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It's a day for taking a pledge
That we wo'nt litter earth with garbage
It's a day to introspect
About grim fact of greenhouse effect
An occasion of contrition for ozone erosion
A time for nonbiodegradable material to shun
And an event to declare on oath
That instead of incurring Nature's wrath
We'll...

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ARCHAEOLOGY   FIELD-TRIP  JANUARY  29  TH   3011  (PART  II)
 
(NOTE: If you have not already read  PART I,  then do so before you read this)


Though the buildings are gone long ago  
Our diggings in...

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Poet's Notes 1:
My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet 
has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, 
reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is...

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Poet's Notes:
My poet's notes must precede the next few Echo Poems because the poet has 
not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, 
reference them without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for 
Treasure...

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- Inspired by ‘Tubby Makes a Mistake‘ by Enid Blyton in ‘The Cuckoo in the Clock and other stories.’

When night falls,
toys come out to play
While we slumber and snore
the night away.

Now somewhere on the window ledge,
behind the long pink curtains there
lay a bottle of delicious...

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Wash and whoosh
The sky let loose,
     again,...

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Poet's Notes:
My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet 
has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, 
reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short...

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I can guess better than you reason,

As you catch th' next chilling wave,

Plashing off your ample bosom;

Numbing you of all your bothers.

Shivering out fits of giggles.

But, grief runs deep. Like salt in th' dense wind.

Is this freedom, dear'st lady?

Stripped off all anguish & despair,

As you...

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~SHELTER FROM TH' STORM~


TWISTING INTO VORTEX,MY VISIONS VANISH TO NAUGHT
THUNDERHEADS ROLL VIOLENTLY,AS VORACIOUS DINS RING A TOLL
TH' DARKNESS...NOW FEEDS FEROCITY'S MAELSTROM
BURSTING AT MY SEAMS,TO CHALLENGE REALITY

STIGMATIC WOUNDS,PROFUSELY NOW POUR
LIFE BECOMES DEATH,AS I PLEAD FOR MY DELIVERANCE
REGRET OF MY BIRTH,FEEDS A YEARNING
FREEDOM ONCE AGAIN,FROM TORTURE...I PLEAD

DAMN...

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