Best Accumulate Poems

Oh if I were a true poet
one that could write a good rhyme
I would compose a few ones
and earn myself a dime.
 
Why, I'd write about man's folly,
as the robin said to the sparrow:
"Why are men so stupid
their minds so clouded and narrow?"
 
The sparrow...

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If I have the time, I’ll wait eons, to greet you in scarlet dawn
As you marvel its vermillion garb embossing marigold arc
Emanating golden sparks, piercing hazy contours of dark
While gilded ripples glisten pond, where floats a snazzy swan.

Listen I’ll, to the music of morn, in...

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“Of time you would make a stream upon whose
bank you would sit and watch its flowing…”
From On Time, by Kahlil Gibran


If you could imagine time as a beauteous spring
Blossoming your life, charming euphoric dreams
I am sure you will regret not having enough of it

Reveling fondly,...

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Nature says create and rejuvenate.

Beasts cooperate and repopulate.

Sun’s rays dominate; showers saturate!

Blooms that fascinate soon accumulate.

Bees don’t hesitate to participate

as they pollinate. Isn’t springtime great!


Written April 28, 2017 
for John Hamilton's  Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 Contest...

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Life was harsh for me
very harsh from the beginning, in the little village in Greece.
We hardly had anything to eat because everything was
destroyed by WW2 and by the five years of civil war 
that followed.
  
By the age of ten, 
I had already lost...

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Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.

I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking recklessly,
leaving me behind in the slow lane -
and I'm running...

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(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune 
to my "enemies" by now!)

How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like terrorists that we can’t see
accumulate!  What parasites exist
within our very homes!  We can’t be free
of them, and even...

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Memories accumulate with each passing year
Some dark with troubles, some marked with cheer
I would rather stay focused on the smallest of things
For these are the ones I can keep in control
When everyday problems have taken their toll

Outside the window is a little orange tree
The laughter...

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nature’s love precepts

accumulate, circulate –-

    wisdom’s pools of truth




*In honor of John Freeman’s “The Precept: Nature’s Haiku” contest...

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I seal a kiss of blessings away from traitors
away from judgmental people and haters.

I am weary of reading and listening
to people using their pen to cripple, bringing
pain and suffering to other living souls.
I ask what their goal is to cast hot coals.

The vengeful dishonesty to...

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I get pretty picture postcards
from faraway places,
not many but over time
they accumulate 
on walls, fridges 
and marking pages in books.

Mostly from old girlfriends
writing to prove
they are still alive.
"Amazing scenery, wonderful people,
haven't had a decent cup of coffee since Montreal,
watch out for the water in ice...

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This coin depicting a head of man with laurel
is a rare treasure from the American History,
as an auctioneer I could sell it for a large
sum of money: its estimated price is over 
two-thousand-dollars, it shows it was minted 
in eighteen-ninety-four, come forward and bid!

I found...

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Take special care of your heart, mind, and body temple
Love all and have all
Be the best and believe in the best
Accumulate learning, trades, skills
Be knowledgeable of all things
Don’t stop giving and sowing
Life is a harvest of things planted
Live today, plan for tomorrow
Be courageous, adventurous, industrious
Awesomeness,...

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Is not a man without love a speck of dust frivolously falling in a dream?
As he blindly stares as malefic mirrors rust with no reflection to redeem
His heart does yearn and may combust where love has lost its gleam
The speck is swept in a gust...

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Gazing over the sponsers searching for what they seek
I find "Dr Rams words are better than gold"
I note this contest is slow to accumulate its limits
of which is readily understood given, Gold verses Soul

This man who is put forth where one must comply 
matches feelings...

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