Best Well Matched Poems

I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.

I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.

I...

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I’d kissed at least one boy by age fourteen.
Disappointment was the taste it left.
Although it was short, it was far from sweet.
In contrast, my second kiss was lengthy.
Its honey lingered in my mouth all night.

Oh, Alabama summer of my 14th year!
The month was either August...

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When Summer starts her transitory reign, 
King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended, 
brightening a sky that, for a time, 
shall be his lovely mistress’ domain. 

He reaches out his welcoming warm rays 
across the span of Summer’s first official day, 
lengthening them just as...

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APPASSIONATO

He made overtures to her,
With the time-honoured chat-up line,
“We could make sweet music together;
I want to make you mine.”

She conducted herself quite cautiously;
Remained composed and calm.
A duet might be pleasant;
And he certainly had charm.

But she didn’t want to rush things,
The tempo should be slow.
He wished...

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He sleeps soundly
 not a sigh, murmur or stir,
while restless in my dreams
 I toss and turn unheard
to find him in his comfort zone
 still and unawares
that I am here.

When morning comes
 he doesn't wake
as I rise to shower and dress
 making coffee, toast, and...

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When I was walking in the zoo,
I saw a strange and wondrous sight.
You would have found in funny too,
Unlikely creatures in a fight.

I saw a strange and wondrous sight,
A hippo fighting with a cat. 
Hyenas really laughed at that.

You would have found it funny too.
The...

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"The Forest, The Lot and The Carpetbagger"

In the middle
of it all, in 
The Forest,
I was asked
by a soothsayer
to choose 
a number

1, 2 or 3. 

I said 
in all sincerity,
“that’s a bad number, 3.
someone always feels
left out discarded; now
if you get down to it,
about playing cards,...

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I sat outside at end of day and watched the night close in.
A year had come; a year had gone, since death came for my friend.
The sadness so well known by now crept softly to the fore. 
The tears spilled from my eyelids like so...

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This redneck is fixin' to go dancin'
You reckon we get gussied up and go?
I'll be a high flutin' and a prancin'
Is the honky-tonk puttin' on a show?

Shall I wear my fanciest clod hoppers?
Shall I phone all your fiddle playin' kin?
I am gonna be such a...

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cute love, destiny, devotion, i love you, imagery, lust, word play


OH OUR CUPID!  ©

Oh try to blight the course of this errand
It will only award an ‘undying’ sickness 
Turning the disheartened into ‘love-sick’ fools 
The deed is done and becomes a lost issue
Overtaking the...

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I never cared to do the dangerous things, and liked to play it safe,
But the strict bonds of ordinariness, can oftentimes start to chafe.

I always preferred to cover my bets, for I hated the idea of failure,
Like the early days of colorful gardens, when greys...

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This fleshly body of yours you torture me with
Swinging my head in oscillation of your catwalk
Those lips sticking in the atmosphere with lipstick
Just soon they will be decay decomposing under the grave
Those darling daring eyes will be hotchpots for worms
And termites will terminate those titillating...

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THE      UGLIES

He stood slouched and dirty and hopeless
She was desperately  cigaretteless
They were breedless but together
Uglified in a natural way altogether
Uglicity personified
Their mothers would be horrified

No homes, no money, just  beggarhood
Together outside  Mc Connel’s  fast food
(They were...

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Interpreting Poetry (mine)

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting
obscure words dumbfounding
readers, he eludes
(no shade tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his words

garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,
how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow (sir) furrowed -
cognitive region scrunching,
no matter intent concentration

utter futility attempting
bedeviled...

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Medieval Poems



Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland knew the agony of exile.
That indomitable smith was wracked by grief.
He endured countless troubles:
sorrows were his only companions
in his frozen island dungeon
after Nithad had fettered him,
many strong-but-supple sinew-bonds
binding the better...

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