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Best Poems Written by Misheel Chuluun

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Late Summer Storm

I woke up to the rumbling sky
Of thousand hooves thundering
Through the heavens' horse race
And their dark dusty clouds

I filled my cup with dewdrops
Before the rain fell
And painted the roads black
With its sweaty sheen

The late summer day
Has just begun its rounds
As I took a sip in my dreams
Lightning’s crashing all around

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Cultural Events

Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On a witch’s cheeks there’s blush.
Movies. Games. Bars. Clubs.
Cultural Events.
Maybe she’s singing a hymn
With forked tongue
The green fires burning gold and money
Into the skies pitch red
Flirting and skirting sale-priced
Fashion iconography. Architecture
Sophisticating the simple desires.
You’re lost.
Foreclosure. Lawsuit. Divorce.
Cultural Events.
Emblazoned with some valor
Flags of the dead days
Killed like a haiku short-lived
Plopped one by one
Your teeth fell.
Bankruptcy.  Fired.  Laid off.
Cultural Events.
Brightly darkly the shiny sheens
Of sweat they bubbled in blood red and iron
In that champagne of success
Guilt.  Acne.  Alcohol.  Headache.
Cultural Events.
The feather dust flies and the smell of tar
Rubber in your face
We have drug solutions for your
Unhappiness.
Cancer. HIV. Vaccines. Death.
Cultural Events.
Beer gardens, beer babies, beer bellies,
Beds, homes, and wined babes
Pretty victims and voices they make
Cultural Events.
The city life careened my poetry
Towards those
Crazy wronged right fools
Still swimming the street in search
Furtive, arms afire just fighting
Firing, fleeing into those chains.
Claims. Refrains. Drowned Voices.
Cultural Events.

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You'Re My Person

Your Heart is
Big and Mysterious,
My charming Husband.

Beating hard on a bike ride
Pulling our family onward
You listen to your earphones.

Besting me, admonishing me
Yet believing in me... Your faith
is Jewish/Buddhist/Christian.

Amused during thrillers
Belittling the monsters I fear
Sarcasm is your weapon.

Breaking stride, you smile
I know what you want
You're my patron.

You're my person.

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Sharing With My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.

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Before We Met Again

did ever I fear you 
before we met 
whatever it is 
that we did 
in smiles and nods 
and eye to eye 
had ever I you love 
and known this future 
to see 
a son that shines 
through morning and 
the night he pierces 
our helixes 
free 
then we stood 
hand in hand tomorrow 
before we met 
again 
never now I'm free 
for all to see 
this wedding 
ring

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Mountain and Man

Scaling the monster like Gilgamesh
Seems hardly necessary
It's just a mountain and a man
All the fights imaginary

The quiet solitude of land
Can be tempting and scary
But human events and hands
Are only one version of history

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Love Is An Action

Love is not a thing
To admire, or look at
If you keep peeling
As you do an onion
To undress or uncoat
To figure it out
You'll end up with nothing.
For love is an action
Evolving, growing
At every tender
Feeding, it's a feeling, so
Free yourself from your demands
And love, with no remand.

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Watching Us Age

I'm watching you age
into wiser smiles, measured steps.
(Your lines look beautiful)

Gravity of life reshaped
our foolish expenses of energy
(Oh, the hurrying we did together)

wasted vanity of emotions.
I love our becoming...
more vast of vivid moments

(Our expanding normal bits)
gnarled with experiences.

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Nostalgia

On those nights when the ghosts walk around your house,
And a strange child's laughter rings familiar
Even ice cream has no use
Days gone by, instilled in sepia
Flesh out the glow of love long past, real or false

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Social Butterfly

There's no beauty in the fur of your wings
When I catch you still and pin you down
Why all the flowers you visit
Are each more engrossing in its appeal

And yet you irk my curiosity, your
Splatter of glitter and color in dance,
Across dulling terrains, faces, you're
A beguiling lie, cloaked in motion

All eyes on you, none the wiser
You carry no weight of truth
You don't bear the cold nor the rain
But awaken a slumbering lust for cruelty,

When all is said and all is done,
I see your fragility, short-lived, vibrant, and free
A foil to life's enduring strife and sorrow;
So, you fleeting wandering, your fleeing I follow
You hold us captive, against envy and reason
Because there's beauty in the flutter of your wings