Best Abraded Poems

(In 1807, Beethoven wrote a piano/violin
piece with this title.  Count Leo Tolstoy
followed in 1890, with a short novel of the
same name, in which he argued that
matrimony can never work.)

What is a marriage? A fusion, or a tether? 
Two very different creatures, yoked together? 
I...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh :
« You are...

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After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!

But they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this spot,
Like a beaver zealously builds his dam, by any means...

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The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will be filled with
no more and no longer
until the next days
outnumber...

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~*~

Cautiously I tread down a path paved of nightmares 
Dark trees with gnarled branches
Marked with loneliness
Stained with loss
Misery hangs in the air 
Despair trails down imaginary forest walls
Walls from which cries for help seep
Bottomless crevices of broken dreams
Abraded emotions
Poisoned souls 
Frightening images paralyze
Petrified eternally, mentally,...

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I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, 
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil- 
I know, because these winters would always fade…
 
But if...

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Waiting 





Years have passed by
as I endlessly wait,
Sure you are at peace
crazy... that's my trait,

Life a dejected flute
that you no longer hold,
Its many holes waiting 
for your tender kiss,
Warm breath to be blown
inside of me,
Magical melodies ...

Those loving moments 
longings that got buried,
Waiting to erupt...

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to 
decimate this flesh and...

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This is the second half, read part 1 for the first half

July dawned hot, we began to know
That here was something, a warm hot glow

August again, classes to fill
We planned as one, like Jack and Jill

September, my birthday, private you and me
My friend burst in,...

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butterflies despair
wounded and abraded - yet
forges right ahead




Tribute To
Butterflies
Gods Messengers...

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"Always thought of myself as a top of the food chain type of guy but lately I'm stuck on the bottom" 

In the pitch of night I wander 
foraging the inner workings of the mind 
life hasn't been too kind lately 
but what is one...

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At the distant verge of horizon
Slowly submerging is weary Sun
With reddened face
Bidding grudging adieus
To his day long drudging
Brooding over mandatory next come

I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say “don’t depart”
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft! 
Nay! He didn’t stop! I...

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Adversity
'I need a word; I need a enunciation to exclaim'
Albeit I lack them
I need ear to hear echoes also sounds,
Circumstance holds everything bound
Assorted terminologies of facilitation, certainty and belief
Nothing accumulated lone mounted reef,
Tear coursed like brook inside
Nothing heard than rest in peace beside,
Resonance of tear;...

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Compassion sings in velvet vibrato violin strokes, thrumming upon
an ivory frame suffused in dulcimer tones of need.

Half deaf we echo broken words, sharp jagged phrases, defining
the borders of empathy, binding the reach of the heart.

Compassion lays bittersweet trails on the tongue, late fall berries,
bursting in...

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Hustle of traffic
In red and green
With whirls of more motor horn and
The thrust radio in my car
All concealed and unfortunate but,
In fierce search of oasis
"why not play the recorder?"
That someone said
And felt the rain...

Tale of love abraded by rain
Tale of absence gore my veins
Tale of...

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