Within Beauty Poems

Daisies
Crooked, not quite—
Each, a garden's seraphs
Within ethereal lamp's watch;
Praises...

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In the  realm of timeless verse and thought,

Where poets' dreams and visions wrought,

Lies a world of beauty, untold,

In the finest poems, hearts unfold.


Each crafted line,...

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Dear Diary words
When I first started being a Poet, I always wondered how my words sound?
Was I meant to be a Poet?
Do I have the...

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Tongue touched, 
a diaphanous zephyr of ephemeral desire, 
rustles the parchment of our sepulchral scripture, 
where our connubial covenant is inscribed,
in the cryptographic ledger of...

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Faraway in a distant land hope grows 
age of centuries battlefield of truth 
a merry go around 
cotton white kisses clouds 
dancing joy blows them...

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Don't judge a person
because of the color
of their skin
It's a crime,
barbaric, archaic,
stupid and unrealistic.
Judge a person
by their deeds
and actions,
the way that
they conduct themselves,
the things that...

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One thing to which everything grows from 
The birth of a child, an animal roams 
A tree grows breath of fresh air 
A bird pollinate,...

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I miss you
I miss you Mother Earth
Your gentle winds have taken me
To journey beyond the stars
I miss your kiss
Your new growth
Your green horizons and
Scarlet seared...

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True beauty is found within a person in their soul, their heart and their love...

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Envious emerald eyes eat everything they see
Seeking soulful meals sinning repenting reinventing
Youth is no excuse for the babies are truthful
Your selfishness serves only you yet
Can...

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The Daily Star Thursday issue...

announces Summer Solstice 2024
regarding purr ray zing planetary earthlings
paying obeisance to god/goddess of the sun 
Thursday, June twentieth
at 4:51 Post Meridian
Eastern...

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For someone who once called me a piece of garbage,
Here’s what I want to say to you:

Yes, I’m a piece of garbage for loving you...

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I touch the window glass. Cold.
Inside, the air is warm, comfortable.
It has rained all day and water
has gathered in pools that reflect
a gray, unbroken sky....

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His hand cradles his crown, tensing every muscle,
Long uncared-for strands left in the wake.
Biting his lip, thumb and index, a reluctant opening,
The corner of one’s...

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A rush of cold air blows over my skin stirring deep emotions within, and pushed the solitude of hope through the door and anchors the...

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