Best Ambit Poems

The earliest thought- I was a blind rock: mineral feeling of an uncut idol, my pressed wings induce a false sleep. I don't trust me...

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It's never anything big, just a nagging defeat
Of wanting to be exclusive in your ambit,
For in your eyes, I see an opportune disguise
Living as a...

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Four walls





Sat destitute 
within four walls
of her citadel,
Embellished in gold
and pricey diamonds,
Adorable silky cher
in vast ambit,

Waiting and waiting,
days after days
till the war will end,
For her...

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First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and  savour August rare days

Magenta...

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STILL WATERS

Cautious on a determined curious observation
Ceaselessly burying my mind in the grave of fables
A believe that truth lies within the ambit of rumours
Obsessed with...

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To love or not to love a woman? Which
is better? To love and love well is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
as their...

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swift, creeping cat, bellying
lightlessly across
the backyards by night

a Cimmerian shadow with dun
short-haired quickness
not
so easily
caught

      along the mottled sidewalk
  ...

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Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit...

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Matris Dei caeli et terrae
Quam dulce, quam sancte, quam pulchra es
In quo mihi quotidie cupit
Veni ad me saties gratiarum
Illud etiam nunc in omnibus!


Solium tuum perstat...

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Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods,...

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Here I stare
And sketch myself living
Timing every breath
But the clock remains still
Not a moment passes
An entire existence to spare
One complete
And nothing
Nowhere or time to go
Trapped...

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(In the late 1300's, veteran painter Barna of Siena 
was killed when he fell from the scaffolding whilst 
working on "The Crucifixion", the final panel...

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Seasonal  Change 

Autumn  fades bring  winter  skies,
Gone  the amber filtered  clouds
The birds  migrate, leave  chill  behind,
For...

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As days become months
And months become years
Wickedness journeys from sector to sector
Permeating through the resilient borders
Of both the thick and the thin 

Imagine an institution
Where...

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The mind fractures
and motes grow roots
beneath fabrication.

These are my eyes that see
another reality, where shadows crawl
like fingers upon a chalk board,
and torrent that spews from...

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