Best Under It Poems

From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. 

superbious gait
she glimmered in bright spotlight -
wild domestic breed

In that romantic night, where moon shy...

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"A Silent Song"

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks to work
Sits at his desk
Carries on as usual
Chats on with the new study, 
he’s on a roll, softly flirts
Quietly, silently,...

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Walking deep into the woods we stumbled on an old abandoned place
A white and blue farm house with a wraparound dilapidated porch
Tall grass was overgrown and with many shade trees of oak and birch
Plant pots of dried up and decayed ferns left on the railings...

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The last time I took Pop to the big lake, the wind was so strong,
it nearly blew his wheelchair over, I knew just where to stop...
at the top of the hill, the windiest place!

I left him alone, he just looked out on the lake unblinking,
rewinding...

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My husband won a contest
On a weekly FM quiz
To prove to all who listen
What a “know-it-all” he is.

The prize is a certificate
And maybe some acclaim
From the kith and kin tuned in
When Jeff*, the DJ, says your name.

A call came through soon after
For the winner’s home...

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i write slam better than anyone around
i leave you screaming without the sound
no-one can handle my lyrical style
i outstrip you all by a country mile
spitting these words without restraint
with your blood the walls i'll paint
your head falls off when you read my words
more taboo than...

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I often set out for a hike on a lovely day of roaming,
how I love to explore the forest and countryside alone;
going deep into the lush green woods under an azure sky, 
I am mesmerized by beautiful flowers by a stone.


One day, I was lost...

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Edge

The Edge, 
or rather the Edgewood... 
is a place, not a thing.
It is near the bridge, 
but not quite under it. 

It is quiet, 
and full of only the "sounds", 
that rarely choose to exist.

Bring a tablet, 
a pen, 
a paper, 
a pencil... 
colored markers,...

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Trees fluttering in the wind
Whispering to each other 
Secrets that they hold
Never to be spoken 
Sturdy as it stands so bold
Strong, protecting never broken 
Under it you reminisce
Of all things so soft-spoken
Childhood bliss, a lover’s kiss
Secret moments never to be woken...

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I've misplaced one's muse.
It resembles a colourful cloud,
with ink pouring under it.

Normally responds to
'Lets write'

If you see it please be gentle with it
Put it in a jar and return it to me.

Thanks in advance....

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There is new life everyway in the skies, trees and both in the earth and under it
Lambs skipping chasing each other then running to their mothers to suckle
Eggs cracking open in the nest chicks fighting their way out of shell mum tidy's up and beaks...

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An unusual thing occurred at our house Christmas Eve.
It caused us anger, it was enough to make us grieve.

We waited to the last minute for a live Christmas tree:
A brimful tree of precise size, with perfect symmetry.

On Christmas Eve, we pulled it inside the house...

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Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days.
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
for search in medicine he began.
Buddh sat under it for meditation
and enlightenment of mind to attain.
					
Desdemona sat sighing under...

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A little piece I wrote for Flips Funeral
 There is an interlude to the beginning
 But the present has now passed
 As I record this passage
 Of a hero to the last
 So I beat a hasty path
 On my outward journey


 Two hours I...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  many  years
Still  has not   changed
Except  that    electricity   has arrived  ,
The  road  blacktopped  has deteriorated,
And  thatched-roof  houses...

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