Best Visited Poems

Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.

When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in winter, are blooming as before.

Days are long and beautiful, and...

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Writing different forms I find so hard to do
Yet I wrote a poem using the form dodoitsu

Wrote it with hope thought it was just fine
Liked by others, yet wasn’t placed this time.

I have re-read it since and in my mind it’s a star
the Veils of...

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THE DAY I VISITED GIORGIO V.
The day I visited Giorgio V.
It was poetry that received me :
Poems lined after poems
Like the military in morning parade ;
I saw words command words
I saw words send words on errand
Every word in its rank and its place
Like items in...

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I often visited my grandparents when I was a child
then whispers of Grampa's death left me upset
Gran struggles with the garden, overgrown and wild
unkempt flowers and ferns won’t win a prize rosette!

I stay at Gran’s house during the long school holidays
we often sit outside on...

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When Santa visited The Elf  Inn.
He was taken quite aback.
The  landlord said 'Leave  now you're barred
And don't ever come back.'

Santa  said 'What is the reason for the ban?'
Came the reply 'Last time you were here
You drank my sherry and ate the...

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Today I wrestled with the beast.
Thought of suicide
And the solitude it would bring.
From a window I watched the snow fall
And I was envious of its simplicity.
How it could make even the ugliest of things look beautiful.
I prayed to the Gods and asked them if they...

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"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason...

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I blow a trumpet which is my pen

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My market value will increase
When I am resting in a coffin
Dead people don’t talk about the stock market
There never has been a better investment
For my dead body
My family had no other use for it
Burning a dead body gives you ashes
But you have to travel far
To...

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The cold has settled 
  on the city 
from my room I see 
street lamps and the 
headlights of cars
  riding by on the highway
 They are moving, moving
Where to?  
   Some to warm homes
some to lovers 
some to friends
I...

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Everybody was horrified of Paul's scruffy looks
with dirt and mud smeared all over his wrinkled face,
and his long nose with dark spots on its tip;
and a grave digger matched that image,
but he was the nicest person on planet earth:
hard-working, estimable, amicable and honest.
After the day's...

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I hope my title won’t shock you
For my words are perfectly true
No I wasn’t seeking a roll in  the hay ...
I visited a brothel in ancient Pompeii 

Lupanar  is Latin for brothel
And its translation is wolf den
The ladies were known as 'she wolves'...

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Paul had a near-death experience,
one of the most incredible ones...
he visited Heaven: the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway,
he heard many familiar voices he had
known in the previous life...they happily
chanted glorifying God, who was seated 
on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints...

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Visited the Whitney*
For the Hoppers – what a treat!
A gathering of works with which
Few artists can compete.

Yet in a separate little room
A different treasure lay – 
A film of “Calder’s Circus”
With its figures on display.

For Alexander Calder,
He of mostly-mobiles fame,
Put together, out of wire,
And deserving...

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When the gods visited in their ragalia,
We were like those that were dreaming.
We  walked in the shadow of our stupidity,
We Danced without legs in the public
Because thousands of our smiles were missing
And our white teeth were not shinning as usual.



The ghost of Azikiwe was...

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