Best Afeared Poems

A snowy owl sat on her nest
   while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest 
   to gather up their food.
An old grey wolf then soon appeared
   who wandered in the dark.
To owl he said, “Don’t...

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The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.

They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared 
and all about, His...

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Frayed border prints paste illusion, 
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.

Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.

I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.

It dominates its point to rise,
where life did...

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Oi be nowt but an auld country hick,
we a liddle bit of gall, an a lotta stick.
Oi baint niver afeared to speak me mind,
nor critizise folks harshly iffen Oi find
zummit I don’t loik.  Tis allus best
Oi reckins to git it offen me chest.
Ar tis...

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In Marshside Lea, there stood a tree, old in trunk and bough
'Twas long ago, this tale, although, it may still stand there now
And in its shade, the young sheep played as often did young lambs
Whilst in the eye, always nearby, of their respective dams

One sunny...

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Nailed to a wooden cross he died.
   Lord Jesus Christ was crucified.
   A crown of thorns, King of the Jews.
   As passers by spat out abuse.
   Beneath the cross three Marys wait.
   Their prayers were...

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Jack Frost, a naughty hellion's arrival is often afeared.
                                    Acrimoniously...

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By Elton Camp

Howdy, Leroy, how’s you and you’rn?
I ain’t seed you since th' baby was born.

Livin’ way up hear in th’ mountain,
Of th’ days I sorta lose accountin’.

Well, Jim, as fur as I kin tell
We’se doing tolerable well.

Lulu’s marriage has at last been laid.
Wuz getting’...

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I am HighwayHorace your hero dog
I prowl the area at night
Chasing away the naughty cats
Who wake children up when they fight

I woof at the burglars making sure
Your all safe whilst your asleep
Before going home to my own kennel
To dream of meaty bones and treats

I follow...

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No, It was not my time
to jaunt & jump about 
the Morld with You, to
glowering-green-glows
of Ischia, the privileges
of Mackinac, "...our Paris, Ilsa!"...

Ornamented ataud &
calefacted incinerators are
merely better-funded!, to a last-
notice of proteaned hoar, the
dearth of silk...

So, it was to be
Goa, or Delhi "curry-in-a-hurry" not,
and the...

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DARKNESS

When first I considered penning a verse for the poetess,
The clouds methought would open and show riches,
Would say to me happiness be thine,
Verily thou shalt be free and fine,
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
‘Twill be easier than a courtier’s dance.
But forsooth what manner of...

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Screams and giggles could be heard,
Children squealing afeared.
The carefree bee flying to each window,
Sadly, he did not know where to go.
It dived and darted across the classroom,
The students waved their little arms about,
Wishing they could find a way to chase it out.
The Vice-Principal strolled quietly...

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Old mother Hubbard got locked in her cupboard
But not just the cupboard was bare
She let out a yelp but nobody could help
Because there was nobody there 

She’d make this assertion, there was no perversion
She never considered it rude
She just liked to feel the cool air...

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There's a rumour hitting town
It's party time real soon
Not a thing to wear
Have to ring to fix my hair

Hear Beyoncé will attend
Didn't know she was your friend
Will she wear clothes this time
Best she does she's past her prime

Has this party got a theme
Waiting to hear...

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Stage Flight


How I talk is a flawed wiggle
Wish it were how I scribble
To pay back for being afeared
Moses grew a lengthy beard;
Though he endured stage fright
Mine is worst it is stage flight!


JM

07th Nov’ 2013...

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