Best Allayed Poems

O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven for the goose!

Fancy fantasy, a...

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SONNET FOR KELLY

The Spring has come a little late this year
Siberian winds and rain have chilled the soul
Though calendar proclaimed that April’s here
No tiny leaves yet rimmed the Elm tree bole  *

But One brought inner Spring to heart and mind
And raised the spirits strength...

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Coming To The Garden

Long-lost secrets at Misselthwaite Manor.
Mistress Mary moves from self-centeredness to
self-awareness, leading to self-healing.
This tale's secret seems simple but not so.
A space to sense one's spiritual serenity,
children seek silence in a stillness place to go.
*Nature's worlds open in a hidden garden.*

Inside The Walls

Overgrown,...

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My Friends, My Faith, My Hope

My friends infuses our time spent together
As musk from a perfume seller,
Time spent in their knowledgeable company priceless,
Positive demeanor, manner, sincerity, such bliss
Mashing my cobwebs with threads of awareness
Instilling vitality instead of leaving me listless...
Its my good friends’ company that...

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Only those you love can really hurt you;
For those you do not love can't reach your heart,
So when they say or do things that can cut you,
The pain can pierce your heart just like a dart.

Things like this aren't easily forgotten.
When remembered wounds seem fresh...

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Glassed Waters
                    Heavy Cobalt
Bejeweled of morning star
                   ...

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The odor of warmth and affection,
The feeling of love and protection,
An isolated heaven of love;
I lay in his arms like an angel,
Like a white dove,

At the moment,
I am living an endless time
Of eternal happiness,
Life seems to be everlasting…
Life now, is a colored painting 
Of smiles...

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LOVERS LEAPb>

How long the days of lovers cleft
The brittle feel of nights bereft
Where restless wind through cedar claws
The rasping void of canyon jaws.

The close up call of raptor hoot
Distant tolls to our melancholic mood 
Cobalt darkness gulfs o’er world's unseen 
And conjures voids where we'd...

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Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells.  
The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave
is our newborn son. We gift him a black crêpe layette.
Say Darling Edward, say, Golubushka, make me come alive.
Leave this chapel, return to his cradle, quicken your...

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Whose child is this, before me laid
A gift of God, from his love made
Two tiny hands my heart embrace
This one who chose my world to grace
So innocent, so unafraid

As each small feature is surveyed
Life as I knew it starts to fade
As I gaze down upon...

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Moon goddess in nocturnal flight,
     When Luna’s rise at midnight breaks
     One’s deepest breath of awe she takes.

Her wings are formed by silky light.
     Silver shards beam through drifting clouds,
   ...

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Fourth canto (first part)

The deep slumber was broken in my head
By a strong thunder, so that I woke up
As person forced to arouse from bed;

My rested eye I moved around then deep,
Erect uprisen, and also stared straight
In order of the place a knowledge to buildup.

It’s...

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6 miles up river Arikara are encountered,
they are a people of amenable disposition and are agrarians,
they chuckle with sympathy as we inform them of our grizzly confrontation
and they tell us that disease had forced them to abandon the village down river last year,
many of their...

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(a 7/5 Trochee)

Once upon a time, I got
Right inside my ear
An infection that was bad;
I could barely hear.

It was like those times you fly
In a plane so high
And your ears start popping,
But not up high was I!

I was told to see the doc,
But that costs...

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A pewter mirror cracks in veins of jade,
ensconced I've been in winter's house of drear.
Aback I'm taken, palpable my fear
to see my likeness in such pallid shade.
Though loathe am I to venture still I wade
into the glass's odd virescent sphere,
while at a loss to say...

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