Best Throttled Poems

A spic and span barren bed,
soft pillow with blanket spread.
You're tired and bored, all hackneyed.
Ready to sleep, drop down dead.

But...a vigilant mind..alive in dread.
cacophony..chaos..thoughts unsaid.
Another...

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It makes me so sad
To see people afraid
But the governor called a lockdown
And it must be obeyed

I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I'm...

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My soul and body have never been good friends
They are in enmity, constantly at logger heads
When my body aspires to have riches and fame
My soul...

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Elderly Driver On The Highway

This is something to raise a laugh and  a guffaw or two…
I’m pretty sure all readers here will agree with...

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Sleep deprivation and anxious repetition,
Doubt implantation and stress intoxication,
Coffee-painted teeth and shaking fingers to the brim --
Throttled displeasure between her and him

I don't trust myself...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints...

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As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The...

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Royals of Emotions   

As a confusing annoyance grew inside my head;
A silent torment stormed and throttled as I lay at night a mist my bed.

The...

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Out of the blue I searched for you,
Under yellow skies I walked,
With scarlet red the things you knew!
The black lace talked and talked

I found you...

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homeless man on the edge of the park
         devours his gifted pizza
crumbs stick to his dirt streaked...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his...

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Sonnet: Nothing feeds on itself like violence

Nothing feeds on itself like violence
The more it self-destructs the more its might
Goya geek – padi eaten by its...

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Our bodies are like a bed covered by a sheet…
They come in various sizes and colours.
But the thing is that a bed is not ridiculed...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXI

IF you pull a long Moon face
Watching our Earth clad in sparse swirling white sarée
Her aqua-marine waters...

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