Best Wastrel Poems

The cloying sangria
of freesias
invades the screen.
Amber bees whine
in wastrel air
like breezeless fans.
My shirt 
is porcelain skin.
I dangle one metronome leg
off the arm
of a wicker chair
on...

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a true legend with spoken words
the world’s oldest reigning monarch
rarely gives interviews
personal feelings not know
her beliefs fundamental importance
well known for her dry witticism
habits were parodied...

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A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to...

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A Day with My Barber


First he overcharged me the cut ‘fare’
As a fine for shaving my greying hair
  Then I learned his screwball motive;
“Growin’...

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Don't lie to me. Don't half-truth to me,
like some craven jar, wide of mouth and
full of capricious weather. And never sing 
to me tunes not...

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Dad, You Suffered Me


You looked to the North
I stared to the West
My desire gone forth
I thus failed your test.

"My eyes are not blind,
"and ideas quite...

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THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way...

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I’ve ever minded to live or to die,
Always striving life and eluding death;
There’s no end to live or be dead.

All it takes there’s to celebrate,
But...

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There stood a witch stirring her cauldron, old and pocked, she was quite the gorgon;
And that malicious crone did her wicked work for the Devil:
Satan,...

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If I could comprehend the constant rhythm
slow breath 
as if in one first soft impress
the indefatigable resolution
I embodied a warming tide
habitant in a miracle
extant of...

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alliterative blank verse

Wanting to show myself worthy -
work was not one of my weapons.
Weakly, I worded my secret --
“I wish of your wealth my fair...

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I’ve been around this world awhile,
have had my ups and downs.
I think were I to tally them,
I’ve had more smiles than frowns.

I want to live...

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When I write you a letter, you had better reply!
All the time it eats up isn't easy to come by.
Do you think that I've got...

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