Best A Hundred Poems

Some days I feel so damned old
Like my zest is starting to mold
Seems my feet are always cold
My golden years ran out of gold

I'm sitting here on this old swing
Watched the ending of another spring
The birds with their young under wing
The warm gulf winds start...

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On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley. 
 
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean...

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Each night 
you dream 
in fours or fives
or more-- 
hundreds of dreams a month,
thousands of dreams a year... 
yet you think you've dreamt 
only a few, and can scarcely 
remember those--
where then are 
those unknown dreams?

Are they hiding?  
Hiding in a special place 
within...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean...

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I find you in the place of tears baby,
oh, you never saw the azure sky above;
have been beneath the soil all these years,
but I have spoken to you a hundred times a day.

     Nothing is engraved bay,
    ...

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I find you in the place of tears baby,
You never saw the azure sky above;
Beneath the soil all these sad years,
I do not speak in words but thoughts.

     Only one word engraved,
     Baby, no name, no date;
...

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Will the world still be spinning, Will the sun still be out
Will the waves still keep crashing, And laughter all about

Will the sky still be moving, Will the moon still be bright
Will the children still be praying, On and through the night

Will the cars still...

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if I should die tommorow
or in one hundred years
I've been blessed by all I've seen
and sounds that have graced my ears

It hasn't always been easy
Yet, I would not change a thing
From hardship came such beauty
Within my thankful I can sing

I have lived all my moments
Both...

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Limerick: A hundred years ago, nay, fifty

A hundred years ago, nay, fifty
Who dared prod the female anatomy
Now men ride rough shod
On toll-free wide road
Ere steam-roller dries tar in a jiffy!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015...

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I’d like to have a hundred hands
That portrayed in a tale 
To expand the two hands
That gifted by my parents

A Hundred hands to set up the tents
In the refugee camp;
To offer fresh water to the kids
In the dry countries   
Deforested by the timber...

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In rain and sun, entrapped by death, we cuss,
Through pain we run for love in times of hope—
The world we dance within makes dust of us,
With all the light, when silver clouds elope.
I've trained for this a million lives before,
And every cast I've worn was...

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These superficial lives we lead,
are they really worth the cost?
Like a charging stallion-steed,
we're strong and proud... but lost.
The things today we hold in hand,
are temporary treasures,
but effort spent to feed your soul
will surely last forever....
If you could know the day you'll die,
would you let time...

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THAT tear 
         I wish to be
so pure 
         a true drop-see

an innocent expression
so true conjured from me

made piece 
         sad...

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That blade which takes
I took that made
what cuts I did
so did I bleed
and took my road
that dust and blood
the path my blade
had cut for me
end-roads!

::~::...

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