Best Allays Poems

My legs give out
           and I sink
                   onto the grassy blanket,
whose thorns   feel like velvet
  against parched skin.
       
I close my eyes and
   d    
      r   
       ...

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This is a long extended night,
   The stars all hibernate,
The blustery gusts revolve around
   The dreams which suffocate. 

Now the torrents lash my door,
   And now they slam the shade,
'Be couched right here, and do not move',
  ...

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Dark night displays so many things
like shining stars on mystery wings;
and moon, with luminescent glow,
her sentry until morning sings.

The milky way's translucent show
of bright stars, some we name and know.
What hides behind night's raven veil,
and shapes our fears on earth below?

At night, when heart and...

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"Missed" 

if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of 
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.

lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.

the...

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Not until when
      (as blue lilacs loom)
Eurus allays
      his wretched perfume
will stars overcome
      nocturnal hysteria
fading to midnight
      the blue-moon wisteria.



4/26/17
*4 Lines split into 8...

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Dreams Seeds Planted

I grow the best seeds given in my dreams,
I hold the flavor of that feat;
Although a freeze may hit my streams,
I shall not admit brutal defeat ...
Yet life can and will serve all the more
Against dark blades stabbing in the night,
With my crop...

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Life's greatest heated human tragedy
the one we are likely taught not to see.
Our wide-ranging worlds are well connected,
as atoms wiggle we're all effected.
Separation is optic illusion
a fitting end to one's soul seclusion.

Gurus say I am you and you are me,
that's the way it's supposed to...

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You are our parents' only son,
three sisters grew
and gave you guff;
you stood alone on constant guard,
in teasing vein and comic mien.

I am the sibling next in line—
the cagey one—
a boomerang who fed it back,
if you began to clown around
and play the fool.

We are astute and...

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Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?


A global supplant rippling the air, 

unseen scourge in the wind, they say.  
the media controlled earth dictates. 

hedged in...

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(Double sonnets- Part One)

Death First Knocks, Fear Then Enters, Plea Given 
(Double sonnets- Part One)

Cold hand of death, thy touch arrives too soon
Weakens my breath, sorrows my tragic tune
Thy blow that hits hard, thy strike will deny
More years to this bard, yet gift saddest skies
Alas!...

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You didn’t tell all, mother!

In front of profusely smoking lamp,
Fighting with stubborn darkness,
In dim light
While brushing up alphabet lessons
You told me 
That this would imbue 
Brightness in my life someday,
But darkness is still unfurling
Like a flag of its victory
In this nuclear age;
Rupturing silence of dark...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies, allays a regret and loss
So little for so great a...

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Autumn at an Automat
     
Austere aloofness.
Assessment approbation.
Allays apathy.

Inspired by Brian Strand’s Imagine Contest
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automat_(painting)

Poetic Form: Ekphrasis (Art Inspired) Haiku with Alliteration....

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RESTLESS 11
(Mind, Body and Heart)


Kinetics, is what myself move
Rest in me is what myself has been exorcised
As my mind makes myself active
Move, move, move and always move
Makes myself happy and physically fit
    to live.

There’s no reason for recharging
As early when I wake...

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"Do you think a glass window
allays my love for you?
Come, embrace me!"
                  - The hot summer  Sun...

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