Best Wilfully Poems

Temple of the Gods


Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean

The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil
In...

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Admittedly a little bit of me can see I have an ability
missing ambition to mission living submissively in submission,

If I believe built into me 
a skill too free 
up my sleeve capability
I'll gift to me a victory,

I certainly need to live assertively to see what's...

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"Taken, Possessed"



I’d kiss those scars
Trace them with my warm breath
All the way up both paths
To where King Stamen stands erect and
Star tipped towards my shining jade moons dark lit
Kiss him where a glistening pearl drop
Waits wet and haunted
Ready to be mesmerised 
Sibilant and silent he...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion

		Ambitions are exhausted...

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I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.

The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque...

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NATIVE AMERICAN LORE


Mother Earth, Sister Moon


Noble nomads of their legend lands
Who praise all life with sacred sands
Oh Mother Earth who they protect
And wilfully warn all of our neglect

They sing and dance with Sister Moon
As the children laugh with great attune
Spirits of the rocks and plants...

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"Motherland"

The “Removed”,
Charlestons across the keyboard,

fingers have a personality and a mind 
of their own, don’t you agree?

the stalwart mind converses with the frivolous fingers 
its stark increduality, considers All above All

they’re incorrigible, those lithe fingers,
like feathers they flutter in the stark 

glow of an illuminated...

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Stately stood Princess Amber in all her finery,
Emerald tunic over a crimson gown,
With gems inlaid in her rustling gown,
Her arms bangled in intricate gold slowly rose,
Her slender fingers rested on her heaving bosom,
Listening to unstopping drum-beats of her heart.
Her  breath clung to the heavy...

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Rabid amber leaves
scuffed the callous stone flags
in a symbolic melee of defiance,
December’s mist embraced
the noon of the day
summoned the arctic wind
to wilfully wail within the alley
howl heinously encircling the yard.
The long dark night that ensued
lingers still in one’s memory,
where bedside candles flicker
and rampant draught ooze...

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VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
I think this is the time to tell you I love you,
And I don't prate to receive woefully an excuse, 
Even if you cling to it as unprecedented news,
Nothing probably can hide our intimacy from each other, 
Did you ever...

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You may find me where the green gentle grass lies sleeping
For I shall be there healing wounds by their weeds weeping
You may also find me near where waters wilfully wander
As I watch the skies for the calculating carnivorous condor

You may find me in the vinaceous...

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Wind-farms of love

Comets lighting humanity 
                                       ...

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Largely undiscovered radiant jewels were rock climbing up very sheer cliffs. Waves laughed beneath them and slammed into the stone in an attempt to make them fall. Yet the jewels inner manifestations,prowess and determination allowed them forward and up and up they went. No falling...

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Unwise TO CAST PEARLS BEFORE SWINE.      ONE'S LABOR IS PERFECT WASTE.
   Don't cast your pearls of wisdom onto barren land.
   Where minds don't want to know, or even understand.
   Withhold wasting wise words, which...

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Food issues bring odd stealth
        (not obsessed with broccoli 
         inexplicable phobia of brussel sprouts)
It's potato chip indulgence
         pandemic binge eating
 ...

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