Best Wretchedly Poems

Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,                              ...

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You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling

You left me like Alice, lost in Wonderland,
running in circles with my heart in my hand.
I thought our love was so beautiful and strong.
Tell me, please tell me, where did I go wrong?
Have I lost my luster, and I’m no longer...

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A battlefront benefactress,
She has her fortress, a fortified Princess, inside the dungeon of distress,
Tiled with the bone chips of ingratitude colored in pigments of black bright & rugid red,
An arrowhead chandelier illuminated by wicked tears, wet with woe,
Everybody saw her wedding dress, they all knew...

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Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light in the pants shirts and blouses
All is too occupied in their struggle to notice the kind crescent 
As they are...

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POTD
How I wish I could have clutched
 vignettes of remembrance
on this bench in a park; 
the same wooden one
which cradled our afternoons,
feeding little birds
as  slices of pang gripped my marrow--

The sharp sting of her farewell, 
right on this spot
drowned time's kohl of fate--- 
that...

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The winter wind cuts through my bones
I pull my coat tighter 'round me
Snow pelts hard against me like stones
I'm lost in the snow around me

The winter wind howls wretchedly
Oh, how do I endure this storm?
Oh, I need someone to save me!
I'm lost in the snow...

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My old bones swayed to the old tune
bringing back memories long forgotten.
My spirit rejoiced in exultation
of a ne'er forgotten loving excitation.
For you’re my Dancing Queen.....
 
There you stood like a wallflower,
indifferent, lukewarm, nonchalant;
seemingly thinking about other things.
You drove me mad, my dancing queen,
you taunted me...

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       My pumpkin shaded fur-boy.
       Such a magical, silken toy.

       Sneezing so very wretchedly.
       Oh, do remain with me in these
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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name is vanity!

By doubting Nature's regnancy,
defying laws with levity,
we strain our...

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To a Daughter More Precious than Gems
by Otomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Heaven's cold dew has fallen—
and thus another season arrives.
Oh, my child living so far away,
do you pine for me as I do for you?

I have trusted my jewel to...

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Out in a rainfall;
Hopeful but woeful waters,
Pitifully falls...
Lightning wretchedly dances,
Thunders echoed and resound......

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Because the charity of my native place
Obliged me, the broken branches I the picked up
Them giving back him, who was to debase.

Then we finally reached where had to leap
From the second turn to third, and just where
Horrible art of justice you can seep.

To best describe...

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Winter has blemished my skin 
leaving deep wounds inside 
there is still no sign of spring
but joy was overflowing within.

I took an afternoon stroll along a quite path 
searching desperately for a new start
the sun was shining, hope was riding
but it didn't feel like spring....

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A Change Is A Com'n

Though this baby boomer,
     (who didst roam man
upon this Earth
     since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly

     with chronic setbacks
  ...

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I have been a sieve bucket
Of shiny plastic parts,
Containing reasonable sands of logic, time and place-
Drastically mixed with the fluidity of natural human race,
And oddly and inconveniently, a subspace
For an awkwardly large heart.

Why has its energy, connective and warm, 
Imploded my zone of comfort? 
Its...

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