Best Wailed Poems

Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though...

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He tried to fly
flapped his wings

High above him
a dark duvet
drizzled sadness

Only yesterday,
or was it last week
his wings and feet
carried him

little raven
didn't remember

Carry me
carry me
he squeaked
to...

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Three busy witches stood stirring a stew
Cauldron filled with freaky things for a brew
Each Halloween they made
soup in their escapade
Adding ingredients to a brown roux

Jan,...

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I saw fingers severed 
with comically large scissors
and heads near severed 
with an even larger pair,
or crimped stubbornly halfway.

I contemplated with some hurt
what I might...

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Can anyone tell me why does Eurovision exist?
The show’s absolute rubbish,
but some say it just can’t be missed.

The acts are so bad, they’re simply vexing.
Makes...

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Oh, how I loved my little teddy bear
although I don’t recall from whom he came
or when I first laid eyes on him or where;
I only...

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She wailed her way into the world...
An avatar they said, Goddess Lakshmi had taken birth...

Her parents' pride, her brother's delight...
She loved and shone her brightest...

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Sharp pain sliced like a red rose thorn,
prior to church on Sunday morn.
It felt as though insides were torn,
when she was born, when she was...

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Weakness
 
It is said that he was weak because he would not
conform, could not subjugate his will, would not
let them imprison his mind, cage his...

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Shimmering over a glassy sea, a moonlight carpet beams.
My walkway high to a starlit sky of memories from my dreams.

There mighty Taurus, rip-snortin’ bull, lowers...

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There is no one like the Father you are to me.
I was no mistake in your plans I see. 
I never was a plaything or...

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Cry Baby Cat,
was a stray that turned up
wailing outside our front door.
We never turn down a stranger in town,
especially when clouds
have gathered to storm.

Beginning to...

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I stood amidst the maddening crowds

 drowned in cries of disarray....

 Something about this gentle captive

 Encouraged me to stay.

 Through the crimson rivets flowing

...

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for it, the hot-blooded campus youth
   booed and cheered, fought and cheated;

      adrift in the hysteria of intramural...

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