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Best John Boyle Poems

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Tamed To Entice

Amongst the speechless... Choirs of drift-n-stilly...
'Tween a deep mouth... And hollow paradise...
Herewith breath and ~ Deep invisible sleep...

Cometh the dark brass... Oft a Raven's plea...
Betwixt a knee's bend... And deeply rooted slice....
Of earth's aye pastures ~ 'Neath the rose's blush...

Flirting with curtain's murmurs...Bound by sweep ~
A crescent breeze.~ Mid morning's cup of tea...
Hush mid restless dreams ~ Tamed to entice...

Soaring to heights of dizziness.... Too steep ~
To see scars oft left behind......Mid the rush.....
Tending to madness ~ Might amidst fury...

Sing I the song of the stars.... Boundless hush....
Loft an ease.... That only the stars shall see....


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Another Time

The blessing in not ~ What it was not...
The blessing is within ~ What it could have been...
In another lifetime... In a different time or place...


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Neath A Thousand Candles

Twas the morn when the moon's thousand candles..
Lit a path for Lily Valley... Away from the always ~
Shouting...Never-ending midnight's darkness storm...
When suddenly.....The easterly wind lay down...
His breathy lengthy hand... Aside her flushing dew
Afore the glowing forehead... Of the morning sun...

Whilst the clouds grazed high above... Pretending ~
Not to notice the willows near by... No longer weeping..
As all along... The forest trees stood tall nearby..
Betwixt the sway of their green and lusty rumors...
Whilst... The elder deeply rooted mountain...
Remained a crusty spur ~ Moaning his earthy tones...


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A Watery Grave

I Shall not kneel...Beyond the depths
 Of the tears... Long since have fallen...
 Nor shall I gather... Again amongst them..
 'Less their untimely stage of demise... 
Binds the hands of space and time..
 And I ripen into a single grain of salt..
 Amidst their long standing...Watery grave...


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Lost Sense

Amidst the doom days...Of her passing...
Mourns rivalry....Against wind scornfulness...
Swept abreast... Fields shedding weep...
No longer could the drums beat loud enough..
To silken ~ The grave face of sudden lost..
Whilst no longer... Did the future shed meaning..
Nor did the present or past ~ Serve sense...


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Neath The Dusk

If ye are standing neath a shadow...
Thy own shadow shall never be cast...


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O Sky

When the sky breathes ~ I breathe...
Why O Sky? ~ Is it that thee no longer breathe..


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In My Heart A Genie

If only in my heart...There would have been ~
A genie...Awoken.....Mid not-lightly slumbers...
Instead of a toy knight.. Broken by the fall...
Whereupon unfairness became a desire..

Mid novels of new-fledged generations..
Yon nightingale ages ~  Of virgin songs...
"Murmuring" ~ Many plains o'er my head...
Guarded by an embrace.. That once drunken'd me...

Whilst the dread of darkness...Remains a calm ~
Of unsettling...Bound by an anchor that clutches ~
My breath's attention.... Yet dismay n'er shall ~
Be mine only scholarship... Midst my trace...

A single tear is only a seed mid roots...
Of a sapling ~ A parent to a gentle weep..


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O Dearness Cloud

Dearness cloud ~ Tear grained servant to the sky..
Solitude is thy wound.. Condemned to weep....
A tower's leap above flesh.. Too be near ~
The good and stillness ye voice hast fallen..

Mid a dawn's serenade of all purpose....
A lavender scent....From an untold rose...
Whilst unassisted eyelids...Nod to tides...
Where some dream of gold...Whilst others gather..

Neath ye fountain's call for harvest colors.... 
Splendid aside thy natural harbor........
Bearer of streams....Clinging to snow summits..
Awaiting Spring.... And daybreaks thereafter..

There shall be no dusk after dawn in heaven ~
Nor earth...Whilst thee give me drink to endure...


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Tween Every Breath I Need To Take

Voices of tears... Ye the salt of the sea...
Author engraved.... Deeper then I can see..
A lost habit of mind.... A cause I drink...
As doth fringes of dark...'Pon an eve's brink...
A deep sense... Mid mission of eagle's claws..
'Tween forever lost....And an unwed cause...

O Noble!.... O Sky!.... Birthplace of the sun..
A dwarf in a starry land.. Brightly spun..
Bestowing flightly droves...Of warm repose.. 
'Gainst good and bad behavior...Of a rose...
A diamond many call a dwarf..  Whilst I..
See a morning on earth... Where valleys lie...

Native plains...Where streams forever wander..
Mid chants of lost souls... That never slumber..
Whilst always whispering.. Of forest green.. 
Beyond hunger and thirst...  And all in between..
A mount.. Taller then most.. I stand upon..
Mid swift of sight...Ere the stride of the sun...

Bright shining sighs... Greetings without handshakes..
That doth aches... By her own spells she makes..
Each an early morn..  Mid a feast of dew...
A pulse that awakens mine eyes anew..
Steadfast ripening...Each breath I need take..
Extracted from life.. Only nature can make...

Alone I stand... N'er a lonesome day...
For I have the sunshine to guide my way...
Aside a gentle wind...Tendering each breath..
With wings to fly.. O'er a night's quiet death..
Whilst mine eye's gladness.. Utters silent words..
Oft content mid the ivy...  A song of birds..

Awake O forest... To be mine own stage.....
A staff that bears my weight.. Crafted by age..
Aside wandering streams... Too proud to boast...
Mid stir and steps ere long.... A lazy coast.. 
Let the hills and meadows.. Be a rose's cheek..
Against my chest.. ~ Tis all my soul shall seek....


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