Best Writs Poems

As I paddled the river Nile
I met a monstrous crocodile. 
She smiled at me enticingly.   
I smiled deferentially.  
Through large white teeth...

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the wealth of norman England is poised to grow
  towns enlarge, markets exchange, a fresh fertilising sprinkled culture
  kingdoms extend with numbers reducing
...

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In a California suburb she sits,
Pondering to go on with her writs!
All seem pointless to her now.
Even though~to her family she 
made a vow!

To leave...

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.....a miner's tale


Entré vous
Was the cry oft-heard
A smile, a nod a welcoming embrace

Now circling high above it's prey
Grand masters seek their earthly throne
From hence to...

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my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was...

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change, poetess, poetry, poets, word play, write, writing,

Brain ‘Fly By’ Writer/Righter©  

I need a fresh 'brain-poet’ tongue twist
My editing with ‘guess work’ is on...

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You can’t pin me down
I will slip away from your fingers
For I am a free thinker.
Ideas, I accumulate
My imagination is flamed
By my tots untamed.
You can’t...

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I met a teenage boy last night
He inspired me to write
His words penetrated my soul
He made me evaluate my purpose and goal
He asked me if...

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'You've thrown me over the edge of the highest peaked cliff imaginable
As I spiral further down, my outer shell gets roughed up
by sticks and stones
until...

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You’ve pushed the boat out once again
You’re out there on the beach
With the one you chose
 to exchange your vows
Were the best ones out of...

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Dear Mom,
you dont understand how much you hurt me,
you dont know how many tears i shed,
or the ammount of times i'm dripped blood from slits...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose...

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COPLA 78 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

Recruit killers from the cradle
“Touches pas à mon Dieu! S’il te plaît!”
Crazed Pavlov mice

Curious holy books lie idle
Bits and...

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The steal strings are struck,
  pulling her body and soul taut then slack.
It's a loss of inhibition,
  that she feels might not come...

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Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t quit over indiscreet tweets
Posted and pasted in error as you withdrew your succulent sweets
To banish and punish my...

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