Best Unaided Poems

In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled...

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My last post before Christmas.  May I wish a Happy and Holy Christmas to all, and a healthy New Year.  ~~  Victor

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When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in...

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FACING LONELINESS

I was told by wisdom that to know loneliness is to know oneself.
She said to be alone is essence.
In that, you do not misuse...

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Grandad The Superhero

My grandad was a superhero,
You would not think it true,
For now he’s old and very slow,
And he only wears one shoe.

He used to...

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A fragile element in our body
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1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul...

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When the time is right
one again will walk with you unaided
in an eon of age,
where promises are made
not to conform to life’s illusions.
Only now this...

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The Argument has always been,
Who gets to decide what is right?
You think yourself a Sovereign?
Let's examine the Erudite!

"Man should make the sovereign choice,"
The Erudite Scholar...

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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an...

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The sunflower stretched
With its stalk and its neck
As far to the sky
As it could – reaching high,
Pushing its golden face
With clumsy, awkward grace

Trying, with all...

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I’m sitting at my keyboard
Just ranting and abusing
Which my long suffering wife
No longer finds amusing.
I’m both dyslexic and dyspraxic
Which is why I swear and curse
Because...

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It was a cloud burst on that ominous bleak stormy day
The beck in ‘Johnny Walker’s Ghyll’ overflowed blocked our way.

Yet with speculation and tenacity we...

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What happens to love when too many years go by?
Does love remain alive or does love die?

Some say that love endures regardless of the years.
Yet...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With...

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