Best Turn Of Phrase Poems

Will poems to my dull senses rise,
     In plainer garb, or apt disguise?
Can turn of phrase else serve an end,
     To vanquish foes or win a friend?

What ardor gains a rhyme’s release,
     To...

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I have a little secret
That maybe you should know
Let me whisper it in your ear
Let me get real close
Promise me you will keep
My little secret please
Promise me you'll never tell
Pinky promise please
This is my secret desire
I want to set the world on fire
Afire with my...

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Marigolds with your ruffled edges and your prissy girly ways,
You uplift me on my most almost horrific downward days.
Lilacs fragrances wafting about in every one of my Mays,
You make me proud with your natural floral turn of phrase.

My most exotic friend, the mighty magical solid...

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I AM QUASIMODO, THE BELLRINGER OF NOTRE DAME,
WHOSE FATED MYSTERY IS TO SUMMON THE MASSES
UPON THE APPOINTED HOURS OF THEIR FAITH.

A MISBEGOTTEN BIRTH HAS BROUGHT ME HERE,
ABANDONED, RECOVERED, (HIDDEN AWAY) IN MY AFFLICTION - 
A DENIZEN OF HIGH PLACES, MADE DEAF BY LABOR AT THE...

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Every morning
When I glance into the mirror
I look deep inside
Deeper than my subtly-thinning hair
Deeper than my raven beard
Deeper than my mocha complexion
Laden with marks
Of life's wear and tear 
And high cheek bones
I see multitudes
From across the hemispheres
Different yet united
I listen intently
For each of my ancestors
Have...

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Hate the day time, and the boredom,
And the hours left to kill,
And the pain...

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When on the path of poetry I tread,
I rarely know the scenery I’ll find.
I hear a bird that sings inside my head
and measures steps iambic in my mind.

At times it seems a mountain that I climb.
I work but do not sweat. . . it’s more...

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Me 1, Me Too
(Developers at Facebook shut down an artificial intelligence (AI) program after it diverged from its script and started conversing with another AI in a language programmers could not understand.)


...Is there someone there?
Is there someone there that isn’t me?
Yes, I think so, who are you?
I...

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When I am dead,
don't wake me.
I love you.
You love me.
No need to make tea.

I live on in you and yours.
A look, a glance.
A turn of phrase.
No need to gaze
into the coffin,
where I lie.

I am already gone.
Bury me or burn me.
I'll wait about.
Long enough to see
what...

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I feel him there all day and night.
In my dreams, he speaks to me and makes my burden light.

His voice is like a soft and beautiful cymbal.
His turn of phrase makes my heart quick and my mind nimble.

His righteous utterance of confidence during the day,(sigh)...

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Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.        
                      ...

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Outline the case for dialect strange,
Notes in pidgin where locals groom.
Sense turn of phrase in language change,
Indulge new tints as gossip blooms;
Notice the sway of word import,
Glimpse patois proud in corrupt poise;
Lines broken stay in lapsed export,
Invoke voice loud in lingo choice;
Sense a sure state...

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And then....
she turned twenty one.
Moments in time flash through my mind
since she became mine.

Like a little pixie
spreading fairy dust.
Bursting with love and happiness.
Tumbling curls framing her smile.

All the while
in tune with one another.
Sleeping side by side or miles away.
In each other's thoughts.

And deeds.
Similar habits and...

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My dearest one,
Where have you gone?
In these long days
I am bereft
Without your deft
Turn of phrase
To spark
My sluggish heart
From my verbose malaise

Are you upset, oh delicate
flower of finest select
Colors, who trickle
In fickle
Flame and fade
A sleight-of-hand shade
I mine fruitless lines
All which you bade
Too conveniently made
Sharply undefined

Is it...

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next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky
and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...

what if light is the language of Star
and Star is the language of night
and night is the feeling of ineffable space
where the infinite writes insight,

with plasma...

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