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Best Poems Written by Wayne Cullen

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Test Tube

There!
See the cloud.
Uncontaminated, white and glowing 
to the point of brilliance

Small object that suffers 
from an education of envy.
Jealousy surrounds everything, 
but will it begin to eat itself?

Look into the abyss 
of a simple book of pleasures.
A garden blooms and is reduced 
to a garden bower.

Digestion is blocked by acids.
Corrosion never cleanses, 
it just rusts and congeals 
in fabricated trends

No feeling of purity 
just a chemical reaction 
like the Sun, but 
lasting a generation.

There!
See the cloud.
Misty and full of blood.
Arteries thicken everyday.

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Times

Times

I am lying here awake
Trying to sleep, but it keeps me from rest.
What it is I do not know - aching in my mind.

Return to this place  - time has gone past

I feel I am missing a beat of my heart 
As I lay in chains, my duvet like a rock fall 
Squeezing the breath from my lungs

To dream of flying upstairs 
To hear the tears of my cry
My voice a hollow excuse for noise
These times are mine

Close my eyes, close my eyes
Let the shore wash over me 
Let the moonlight lay cold on my bare skin,
Close my eyes and hold my sides.

These times pass me by -
Times of ages old
Times of trying to understand

I am missing a beat of my heart
I have an itch I cannot scratch.

Rest now - breath steady 
Tomorrow will reveal a path - a mirror of honesty.
I am lying here awake.

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The Watery Edge

Along the waterfront
the sea stretches out
into the pale open 
horizon,
endlessly saying come with me.

A stranger stares at me
and I stare at him.
Both of us are on 
the placating edge
letting our feet get wet.

Standing in turmoil – horror
at the sight of our reflection –
we stand together
wanting the belief to
stand back & feel free.

Soon the tide has gone
into its mysterious depths
leaving me alone
lost in the boggy sands
watching my sand rippled shadow.

The moonlight reminds me 
that I’m still alive.
My shadow’s expression 
tells me, that the tide
has again taken my confession.

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To You

I sweetly devour your eyes
casted with an artist’s frame.
So delicate.
So Content.
They bring the divinity 
of infinite love.
I wait to see you rise 
above
ascending into the sky
like a free angel
of a hundred hues.

But for now
you sleep
smooth like silk
draped over soft curving
skin.
So clean 
So sweet
You’re so complete.

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Places and Faces

Places & faces
Have names & dates
Wild women
& hungry men
stupid foolery
written thoughts by the 
pen
head confusion
for the nomad friend
who tries a brand new 
liquor blend.

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Ancient Carvings

Ancient carvings 
from a mythic age
where children 
played in everyway.

Now they scream
lost in a dusky dream
crying: “Help – save us”
from this polluted stream.

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Work

Animated sleep, working through your last shift,
wishing for a peace that will let you slumber.
But, there is that next thing to do – make it a life or death situation of importance.
Eyes easy, but heart rate beating in your head.

Awake readying yourself for the grooming dash,
joints move slowly as you wash your face.
The bed is calling your name, 
offering you sanctuary.

Break fast – gulp!

Keys, wallet, phone, bag.

Now you are on your way 
to enjoy another enthralling day,
at a place where you spend 
the vastness of your young, fit, adult life.

This place you go to, to pay the bills;
leave to go to the pub, to get your thrills.
But then talk about work, 
so you drink ‘til it hurts!

Animated sleep working through your last shift,
wishing for a peace that will let you slumber.
But, there is that next thing to do – make it a life or death situation of importance.
Eyes easy, but heart rate beating in your head.

I resign from my post.

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Beached

Beached at the hotel
where T.V. creatures pay homage
to the energy trees, and
the flowering sun remains cased
in a glass orb,
surrounded by a clouded ball 
of glistening human vision.
The viewers stare amazed
at nature’s fire, but they are
blinded by their own darkness.

In the shallow hall where people queue 
waiting to be engulfed
by the fiercely burning hue.
I stand back, taking the world 
within my hand; I describe the picture 
of ironic living.

Left by the wayside
by a flash lightning stream,
I see the river thunder towards
oblivion.
Where shallow graves
smile with open arms
in the infinite ocean of epitaphs.

But, observing this view
I’m pulled in by the 
icy clasp of conformity;
into the maelstrom of living
where people remain in line,
still
&
confined.