Best Wits Poems

The night was frigid and at its poorest,
But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest,
A slight breeze crawled up my spine,
I could taste the wind’s saltiest brine.
My eyes conveyed to an old lodge,
So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch.
The place...

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Love bluff 
pink lovely stuff 
never burns 
though it melts 
and when it does flesh like metal smelts 
fools toys little
things of no great value 
sweet to touch and taste so hallow 
no finger tips no love on lips 
when you fly and leave 
I...

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WOMAN'S WITS
By  Ronalyn M. Pupa
“There is a woman in the house!”
She is the man’s partner and supporter,
Maintains household’s peace and order,
          Alone or with you, stands still in all the crises forever, 
She is the...

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they've been moments in life when you've felt that you were at your wits end
be it spiritually, financially or physically be it in a relationship with family or friends
tired of whenever you've been blessed the enemy attempts to knock you down
ready to throw in the...

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The quickness of the hand is replaced by the sudden sight of an immobile body.
This body, free from attack yet as common as you and I.
Wrapping behind the other, the legs meet, suggesting the motion of a female.
There is a nod of acknowledgement, yet too...

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Love is a word , sung by the arts ,
with no blood and life , attracts every heart,
love in the sense , attract a great Mozart ,
making itself fake , at last , like a dart .

It starts to hate , hate the brut star...

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Of tango I wrote, and how dreadfully a brief one!
Terponei the queen whose loathing was as mine;
Of ignorant readers who eulogize nonsensical poetry
And a good-morning-life destitute of usual tranquility.

“Brains at work” and “wits at war” is poetic enough;
Must the Pacific parch or the scorching Sahara...

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All the ways you fought to earn a living
The recipes you tried to earn your bread
You found the world to be most unforgiving
Despite the schemes you cooked up in your head

Ungenerous, life took from you instead
Of smiling on you in the act of giving
-I’d hoped...

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I Write Wits Psalm Burning Desire...

Why?
To escape livingsocial,
     and negate mine birth
figuratively, knowingly,
     and precariously,
     I nightmarishly perch
teeter tottering atop - dearth
of financial safety net,
 
     where profuse
 ...

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Thinking big
Starting small 
Crash the system 
Drop the ball

Crack the whip
Spill the Beans
Defy your God
A sight obscene 

Practice
Lie
As angels die
All just a shot in the dark

Shoot and miss
Control your fists
Violence
Consumes the air

Ride among
The ones who’ve sung
Away their cries
Who’s the one that dies?

Riding fast through the...

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My footwear in hand,
Trousers folded up to fend,
Dunk in tide I stand,

Unsteady a bit,
Sands under feet digging pits
When two huge waves hit

Splashing sea water,
Wetting me and all my wits,
Clueless I totter.
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Haiku |30.06.2021|...

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Today you twitter, then you tweet,
as though to make your lives complete,
by echoing thoughts of people you admire.

Anticipating that great twitter,
you clutch your phones to reconsider,
the text-ed words of wisdom you desire.

You twitters prattle thoughts absurd,
as tweeters follow in a herd,
of voyeuristic bids to be...

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pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched

wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched

dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool

felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
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Note: Dedicated to Aristotle....

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Here I sit, diving into some wits, 
 my mind over, at this time 
Looking for some intellect to jot down 
Then, I came across these words in my mind. 

It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words,...

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Had I known your betrayal, 
I would have let go,
And free myself from you. 

Deep down, we know the wits of love,
A poison made from the cups of romance. 
I drank too much from those used ones... 

I need to buy new ones to cover...

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