Best Villagers Poems

It was in late October in the year nineteen seventy three
That the war in South Vietnam was finally over for me
I boarded the seven o...

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Once in a forest, a long time ago,
there dwelt a young maiden, bright, sweet and fair.
Flowers she wore in her long wavy hair,
and each day...

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Rest upon my wings
Climb up the old well
The old well of solitude
Of regrets,anger and pain.
The old well of darkness
The old well of vacant spaces
Sad...

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I am the Grinch

I am I am, you know that I am
The Grinch of Grinch's and so
Don’t call me Sam
For Sam I not am
I am...

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Let me tell you a story....
of a little girl who didn't want to be a Princess!!!!

it happened a long time ago, in the life of an adorable...

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A sword of the heavens did glean

From railings and arbors 
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain

Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
 left...

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Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?”...

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Vermilion sunset

Menagerie of animals roam foggy mountain side
Unaware of vermilion sunset painting ocean tide
Reflecting on aqua-blue where reddish hues infuse 
As twilight flickers on ripples...

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An Empty Kingdom 

The news did spread, a kingdom’s will
For sorrow placed its shadowed hand
‘Pon castle steps the crowd did fill
As heart break took a...

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Please take this time to steer your thoughts
To a wretched land of lochs and glens.
Where a village was tasked and the people fraught
At the woe...

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The Girl and the Dragon


Come sit and listen to my tale
I’ve written out in rhyme
About this very special girl
Well…Once upon a time

I watched her as...

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Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You...

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Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in...

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In a field that is claimed to be wasteland 
only fed by the sun and the rain;
its dotted with a sprinkling of yellow
amongst the wild...

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The sun emerge from its hide, smiling bright and it glide
Promising a fine stay, for those who toil by the day
Oaks surround the landscape, as...

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