Best And Life Poems

'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…

the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn 
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit...

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on melting snow

first cherry blossom

withers too soon

mum ties pink ribbons

to the white casket




Or

on melting snow


first cherry blossom


withers too soon


mum  unties ribbons


from empty cot-bed





Inspired by Chris`tanka contest,not for the contest...

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In realm of love when passions stirred
Song of romance fervent hearts heard
In tenor we knew, rhythms that woo,
Strummed by music our desires spurred.

Oh! how that realm blooms love so true
As tunes of warmth birds sing for you,
From woods that sway as soft winds blow
When moon...

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Rebirth glides -
a bee balm ballerina 
with dainty airs   
sails soft upon enchanted wisps
of Spirit’s blown kiss..
wandering a nectar network  
weaving amid shaggy blooms gilt-tilled..

a dancer in gold dust 
her slipper feet 
of light and peace
bring blessings of fruition
to wild-garden's frilly lavender...

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If we’re all just dreaming and life has no meaning
And tomorrow’s no better or worse
Than what we do now is pointless somehow
Including another new verse.
To this one uplifted
From one that was shifted
From down in the deep bottom bilge;
If life is a squander
Then why do we...

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Gone are days of haze
When a safe space beckoned like grave
Where finality of pain leaves no trace

Light of life I felt
Bathing me with radiant warmth
That melted my ghostly fears

And then I thought, wow!
The Source is in touch right now
Or I, with It, when I bowed
To...

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Life, you're a little more long tonight
a blast through a soft fleeting light
too fast, too soon, gone out sight

Love, you're a little forlorn tonight
a chill, but still, grasping for light 
once tight, but now shaken with fright

Forefather's warm these strains
unburden me of my visceral pain
dare...

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Musings , Wishes and Life



The Fire burneth while our world turneth
yet the rose still holds it's red bloom

The mighty Oaks stand majestic and tall
while man's glory hardly rates a call

The cold Wind bloweth so surely we know
angels bleach the whiteness in the snow

The Forest lives...

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our days are now numbered
as we creep into the years
we are raging into the future
yet we haven't found the wheel to steer
concentrate we must
for this world is cold
prevailing are the ones
that shall stand up so bold
when you die , if your name
is not carved in...

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Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts.
The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts.
A modern dance of death, yet he offers pause in what is inevitably set.
Death savoring in anticipation, musing with the decision “Not yet”.

Idly,...

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“Animate with love, each moment
Enhancing thus, our bliss quotient”

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Awareness untouched by love is barren
Throb of love is our innate aliveness
Canvas we paint our own colouration
Let the music resonate lovingness 

Granted free will, thinking manifests life
Aiding alignment with love upon earth
Ego urges us to engage in...

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written in my hand
   all I was and all I am ~
      lines of love and life...

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A third eye, an open ended
topsy-turvy petal blowing gap,
a vaginal bore, is what I’ve become.
The bloom's long gone. The petals sucked
dry with nectar long ago lipped.

Every orifice repeats its plea
for knowing I, centered as the core of id.
I am the warmth burnt from fields of...

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Words I write cannot describe
  the feelings that I have inside.
You fill my heart with warmth
  that never will subside.

I watch you as you move about,
  engaged in chores around the house.
I see your silhouette beneath your gown.

My eyes are older now,
...

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me and my bicycle
are in  a ***** relation 
at least in the state of running
at high speed it keeps balance 
but off balance my life  becomes 
while I drive  at low speed 

me and my life 
now at loggerheads 
at least in...

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