Best Wears Poems

In shadow 'neath the shining of a soul 
a heart trembles
for her lost 
control.
Hope 
lives 
in Him
who forgives
trespass and sin
as flight with Mercy’s angel does begin.


Susan Ashley
October 7, 2020


~ First Place ~
Contest: Double Tetractys 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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The Devil wears Armani
By Steven Cooke

She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy.
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.

But I take this gift,
For business is good,
And I seek many...

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There's an archer dressed in Lincoln green, a friend to those in need.
No thief is he who offers encouragement to people with kind deeds.

A jealous sheriff, dressed in black, wants to rule Ole Nottingham,
a township near Sherwood Forest, the sheriff wants to command.

To get hold...

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Light from the morning sun kisses the ground,
with lips that know how and where to place perfection...
On high, waves the airy dress of fall...
Ripe are the fruits that hang to heavy vine..
Trees reach out in fire and nakedness...
Gone are the green blades and sweet scents...

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A Tribute to Jan Allison.

Mirror,  tell me who is the rightful limerick queen
There is a poetess, the most humorous I've seen
She's the one called Jan
Funniest in the land
Reading her humour is like feasting on fine cuisine

Her limericks make me laugh til I rupture my...

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I don't know where to start, but I need to find the words
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard

If heard is not what they are, then these words must surely be read
For these words are written with heart, either way my...

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Do my people have a heart to go with the human race,
or is it that they just can't see the beauty in a face?
The colors seem to stand beyond, the fact that we're the same,
uncamoflaged in the war of humanity, supremacy you try to claim.
Never...

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My sadness wears a smile - Repost


“My darkness shall forever see, the happiness you brought to me”

My sadness wears a smile
when my eyes are closed,
keeping me from seeing
what waits outside
on that lonely pathway
leading through the park
we always talked about walking

Our song plays on the radio
and...

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I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.

I twirl in rhythmic dance...

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To the melody of the Rolling Stones'
     ~ oldie, "Paint It Black" ~

I see a naked face, please put on a mask
No lipstick anymore, I want it to be masked
   I see the girls go by, so frightful in...

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He Wears His Golf Cap Up High

His eyes throw comic arrows at his golf shot
Juggernaut after another, and a turkey trot
Double fidgets, a puppet swing
Slices and hooks on a string
Knees and feet wobble, his lessons went to pot



10/20/17

FUNNY LIMERICKS-Poetry Contest-DNP...

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Sometimes the feeling 
Of being small 
Has nothing to do with size
But your own perception.

A smile is not always a smile
Or a reflection of your heart
Sometimes it is only due
To practice.

I'm a happy person
I repeat constantly
Until I believe.
It always wears me down.

Yes I am blessed
That's...

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A lady I knew called Griselda
Collected shoes just like Imelda*
But she’d such cheesy feet
When she walked down the street
Folk secretly called her Ismelldya!

*Imelda Marcos owned at least 1200 pairs of shoes



NB

After being on the site for over 7 years people are well aware of my...

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(this is a little form I cooked up last year and called it 7/5 trochee. I like to use it for fun little tales. Saw this dog the other day!)

Little dog nearby my house,
cone around his neck.
Guess if he could talk, he’d bark:
What the bleeping...

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Devotion Poem,  Cat Steps

(Written for Jim Eslinger

Carefully I near him. He is curled up...sleek.  Eyes 
closed, perhaps not asleep.  He sees.  He will run.

He blends into hallway shadows. The light plays over 
his outline. He steps within silence, outside hearing.

His devotion...

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