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Best Poems Written by Dave Martsolf

Below are the all-time best Dave Martsolf poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Conflict of Interest

patience exceeding the lost madness,
fighting the reign  -  angry insanity.
vying for control, a dichotomy.

losing to the end  -  ancient battles,
evolutionary inevitability,
the loss of knowledge,
the death of understanding is at hand.
we are glad to see it go,
waving goodbye with red-clotted sticks
and true love.

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A Tribute To 6-6-66

Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene.

Green mist hanging from the verdant leaves of the thick mountain forest permeates the humid cool air of a rain of a few minutes past above the soggy moss, gray-green rock, deep red brown trail, columned by mighty yet yielding deep-colored trunks.

Glistening snow reflects on each crystal the apparition of a cold white moon, blinding in glorious circles the eye which beholds the perimeter of sentinel black-green poines, opening the snow-hidden field to that which it mirrors.

Deep sea-salty blue-green transparency softens the pink bottom to a wavy yellow-pink-yellow-pink-banded black-white-black skittering across the deep pink-yellow-pink green blades waving in time to the yellow-pink-yellow deep sea, never leave.

On this day Cernan lands from his Gemini IX flight with Stafford conducting a two-hour space walk in that void.

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Tropical Ease

Krack-ack-rack fleeing,
				 tree limb limb
					swinging

Bank bank dip slipping, tail flipping, pout snout

Soft mud ooze soothing,
				  hippo sun funning

Soft eyes	     scanning, 		  flatboat

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Minute Poem

Exact write. 

Flower paste.

Face 

the natural force. 

Bites the window 

as I turn to the pouring rain
 
and dream of sunshine.

Really, that's pretty awful!

Hah!

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Unanswered Futures

There were days left over;
	this fantastic architecture,
days of a planet too young to be seen,
at man’s eyes.

wanders companioned,
weary youth,
reflects on, with curious eyes path,
feel the last evening’s silent branches breath;
too few:
one step back Adam.
Integrate the least,
	                   lest:
	                   last tomorrow:

Atlantean ship’s return, dark outland’s call,
in men’s dreams only, to cold steam rising fall,
on green magic’s mist want,
only to find

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A Poem From 1966

Days above morning, flying leaves leaving
     Out crimson’s crisp echo before the sharp blast.
Out crimson’s crisp echo
    I flying leaves leavings, watch days above morning
				will sharp winds ride?
In this calm serene
      half-a-world away         unseen
	high and high gasping the highest col raking
	in final pierced rays of a cold sun’s begone
	on grays of fierce snow crystal
	crystal quiet alone
	caused shattered collapses of ice-tons descending
	is there a noise if no one can hear?

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M'I Sun

teach me thy ways,
i follow 
you;
the warmth,
changing colors,
everlasting 
	radiance,
I stand in the rays,
marveling the path;
we contemplate
The evening set,
	your fiery dusk
friend, love
	end the day.

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A Galaxy For Chris

Chicago’s pall, leave behind.
Evanston’s smog,
			still, a hope.  Lone telescope – 

through the fog,   Faint light find,
			Andromeda’s call.

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Little Eyes

lifting random hushes of grey green,
gentle pushes and unknown time
of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary
mist,

rising;
lifted;

speckled sand; flecked dunes
clumps grass blades,
their yellow curled tips 

watching;

a small girl;
single tiny impressions
on level reaches home.

and the waves watching,
urchins but children of the sea,
learn their moods and reasons
searching in her eyes.

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A Brief Look Ahead

high lights and gleaming cords,
roads and paths,
don’t lead them anywhere.
but you will someday take them all,
take them all at once – 
someday,
but not today.