Best Whist Poems

When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight...

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It was Christmas time in Anansi’s house
But Anansi was snoring loud and deep
While all the house was up and busy
Sneaky Anansi was pretending to sleep

Anansi...

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"50 Words for Poe: Temporal"



"Labyrinthine mind 
within chalked 
bones of cranium
lies the vestibule 
and shrine of
broken sacraments -
absent Advent,
Pentecost and
an "epiphany" 
solely lacking 
The All...

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Golden days of old
when times were hard,
Yet, families did things together.
a ghostly story on the radio to make you scared.
Or maybe if you had a...

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Silver-lined beckoning moon beams
dance along, disquieting sacred ground
unmasked by truth, barefoot unencumbered
broken promise-laden blue eyes.

You whispered flame into existence
as if a stark naked sheath of...

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April, you fetch flowers of spring to rise; 
Lacing in verdant green and fruit to reap. 
Gardens seed bloom, whist bees and butterflies 
Saunter by...

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Take me away,
o rainy day
as your gentle waters
pass my way

Sweetly kissed
by foggy mist
my troubled thoughts
have fallen whist

What soothing sound
the droplets found
as on my roof
they dance...

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Through luster sight from the window, I grasp,
an insight into hidden yearns and dreams
glimpse of arcane hush, and ariose clasp
Where the poise of nature's harmony...

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Gentling touch, emoting love pure,
we see God’s light in hearts aflame
and whist ego’s always unsure,
it plays no role, in our life game.

Each soul is God’s...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that...

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The Lost Years

EDIE

Edie looks well for her age,
Hard to believe she’s almost 94.
A widow wife these past 72 years,
Lost husband Bill, in the 2nd World...

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FREEPORT RHAPSODY…   
     (Apropos A Visit Home )  	


Tired shrimp boats sit moored  
along the muddy banks...

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THURSDAY   NIGHTS

Her game was whist,
Whilst mine the window vigil
Empty dark and wet
Blackness and pools of light
Lone nine year old watchman
Eyestrain through the rain
Glued...

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Born a lover, man of valor and strength
Admiration of women, eyes in length

Head of the valiant
Power acquired from assailant
Might relinquished at hand
Born to conquer by...

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so long the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp!...

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