Best Adjust Poems

*Based on Plato's Allegory of the Cave

Numb fists with bloody wrists 
chained to crumbling walls.
Glazed eyes that never spy 
a single truth or fault.
Dim light...

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 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
    ...

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Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in...

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there is a bright side
                    ...

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You lined the clouds with silver, 
You pushed away the rain.

You lifted some of my burdens 
and shared with me my pain .

You gave me...

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one with the music 
a vestibule for magic 
love fills the night air


Let my aura deep red spill onto the page, 
I an instrument in the name of...

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Night! 
It’s around nine thirty 
maybe ten. 

The phone rings. 
The voice is irritating, the words frightening.

Within minutes I’m in a car with my mate....

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It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful...

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You look through the windows of my poetry
Deep into the bedroom of my heart
you watch me undress
button by button
It slowly slips down
You adjust the focus
of...

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Oh baby! 
Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails
that make you a part of this earth's tales. 

But,
No one talks about what hassle you undergo
In...

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Green maidens from the church of March
Ride gentle over northern gusts
Align a misty rainbow arch

Their mossy robes of clouds adjust
In frost tipped moonbeam's yellow glow
To...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I...

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I’m straying away from the norm

It’s stressing me out to conform

A fave form I must adjust -

The last line’s bitten the dust!



Sweet Nina is causing...

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I stand here waiting on the sun.
The day seems short and nights are long
I'm left alone to ponder all I've done.
When every path I've taken...

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