Best Yens Poems

Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming...

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"Noli Me Tangere"--Ode to Anne Boleyn

Beguiling and strong willed,
Thick hair and black eyes--
Average beauty at best--
Maneuvered Court, so skilled
(Though taunted by their lies)
The King you...

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When friends recount their travels
They sound wonderful, although
Most often they describe a place
I might not want to go…

Or even if the destination’s
Someplace to entice,
Their version...

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if we could wash away our sins
the deeds, the words, the thoughts, the yens
if we could find could find a way to cleanse,
then we might...

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Say it as it is, say it loud
Peace man yens for but cannot see it 
Although it is the very air around him
He searches for...

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Ardency is the drive of life,
Beings journey in it vehicle.
For the rumination of thoughts,
The hunger race is infinite.

Ideas conceived are perceived,
Concepts are boundless,
Notions are yet...

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(what...me write vernacular English???)

Okay, the gist of anemic
     checking account averred
asked from one
     FaceBook English Literary bird,
I...

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How ideal to luxuriate
supposed divine right frill
maximizing climate control
with matter of fact bravado
creature comfort pang to fulfill
consequent flagrant portent

to exercise freewill
beware controlled environment
pays hefty bill
cracking...

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Upon me, midnight has set in.
I'm so tired of this path, ever 
leading, despair being engulfed.
All I give, all unrequited , 
Loneliness I live.
Within myself,...

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Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s 
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling:...

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Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am...

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Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am...

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Adumbrated aeration regarding...

crafting reasonable poetic rhyme 
nothing to sneeze... at chew
asthma lingua franca – 
acts as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious glue
inspiring me to skip to my loo,
and ye...

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Jewel  layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning  dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins 
Appalachian awning 
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s 
amber seam gore...

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