Best Whetted Poems

Life shattered, soul crushed, another one has perished 
once gone from this world was all she ever cherished
No amazing and joyful tales to tell the kids
just naked silence, from raging of black rapids
From heavens above, truest of gifts handed down
romance sent, from He that wears...

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Love Was Sent, Treasure That Healed Two Crushed Hearts, 
A Collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
Life shattered, soul crushed, another one has perished 
once gone from this world was all she ever cherished
No amazing and joyful tales to tell the kids
just naked silence, from raging of...

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Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!

What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like black lace finery,
Is as deadly and whetted a sword as any raised in battle ... 
The patronizing look in your...

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you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse

how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling steaks,
Cabernet Sauvignon, roasted hams cut high off the hog.

Grandads wearing...

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When she smiled at him ----

   the world could wait,

   with its myriad of contradictions

   and infinite postures to feigned joy;

   there could be no deceit in her light....

That gorgeous assurance that he was as alive

 ...

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No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds
I could not lick the festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene

No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare
You severed our dangling cord with...

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     my angel, fallen ...

            gossamer linen, violet lace
                window-dressing body, pressing
   ...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

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my Angel, fallen ...

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~ Contention grows beyond its mortal vail
to rail against suppression none condone,
for tyranny imposed shall not prevail
when liberty is paid in flesh and bone.
   Let not the price deter the bold pursuit 
for apprehension steals the breath of life,
arise in arms from ‘neath...

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My heart lay barely beating, drowning in a marinade
of salted tears that fell from my reddened eyes.
Blood dripped down my chin from biting my swollen lips
as if they were wounded like a heart pierced by words 
that were hurled as if they were whetted daggers....

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Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash

This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies star performer
did not mean to ensnare,

perhaps hypnotically tugged
heartstrings with his...

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The young boy happy and contented in life
Sheltered from the real evils of man
Lost in his room with the treasures of adventure
Unbridled dreams tapestry serene summer days
Purity of youth’s innocence in soft blue eyes
This happy child lost in pages upon his bed
Never paying life a...

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My father and I did not share all that much,
More like passing a truck on the road
Parent’s squabbles I overheard offered me clues
And at times I caught glimpse of his load.

His freight always sealed with a padlock in back,
Any breakdowns he kept to himself,
His frustrations...

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A MEANINGFUL DESIRE

Human nature is never satisfied
temporal fulfilments we evaluate and try
these things may serve their use
inexhaustible riches we so oft’ confuse

 generous gifts are open-handedly bestowed
our appetites are whetted—seldom slowed
contentment remains an elusive pleasure
stubbornly we pursue all earthly treasure

our fun-filled ,self-styled life—insane
wearily penetrating absurdities...

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