Best 30 Poems

running to the rock

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fearless daffodils
awake to a brand new day
thrush hastens with nest

© Harry J Horsman 2016...

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It's 4:30am and I can't sleep,
the sheep leap and lay in a heap,
told me they're tired and got shut eye,
even my own mind has shunned I,
lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes,
it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost,
across the room...

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joy of frozen fun
spray fine mister in the sun
star spangled ice show!...

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30 Years Gone

Such a long time to be apart
No contact but you are still in my heart
Memories of the years we spent together
The smiles
The laughs
The times we made love under a warm summer sun
It was paradise
The best times of my life
One misunderstanding between us
No one...

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One last failed attempt
Reaching for the moon and stars
For once I succeed...

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Haiku 1/30/2018

falling snowflakes
crystalline fingers reaching
for one another


John G. Lawless
©1/30/2018...

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a poem....read aloud...

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In the morning sun 
          When a bird flies gracefully 
          Of life's simple things






         19.08.2014
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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 30
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 30



The sin does not die...

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The price was thirty pieces of
 silver
From the treasury of the Holy
 temple
The contract for life, a deed in
 blood
The Chief Priests and Elders 
 signatories.

The kiss of a friend, the betrayal of
 a brother.
Piercing painfully than the dagger of
 an enemy.
For the price of...

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sweet wine
flowing from the bottle
holiday cheer

7/2/13...

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The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of tree types that canopy the mossy turfs
from a sky that is often sullen,
the Flat Head Indians say the sky cries...

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Youth and broken glass
Smearing Highway 101:
Other cars just pass...

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TV flashes on -
black and white photographs
frowning...

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