Best Apace Poems

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long, coal black curly hair far down...

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I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions.  Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways. 
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but...

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PASTORAL

Yes I remember when this was all fields
Patchworked across the vale to chalky down
The cornfield and the pastures and the weald
That fed the hearts and bodies of the town

Yes I recall the footpath that we took
To reach the hamlet and the blessed lake
O’er styles and...

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as a child, 
I perceived
the wonderment 
of Clouds. 

and elders 
likewise contemplated 

the curious celebrity of them

the solemnity of shape-shifting skyships

their charity of rain:
	encouraging fruit 
	greening hills
	irrigating joys
keeping 
watch 
around the earth 
in as enviable 
a perch 
as the risen sun 
or mystic moon 
that...

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I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty,
But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!"
Gas cost 30 cents per gallon and hamburger was 19 cents a pound,
And a buck would atone my sins when collection plates...

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The oncoming truck swerved into my lane
And there was not enough time for veering
But I was suddenly relieved from the pain
By a golden horse with hind legs rearing

We galloped straight down the road for apace
And then turned onto a large green expanse
I hung on tightly,...

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Moist jungle's steaming breath assaults my face
Molasses air I struggle to inhale
Your ruddy visage slowly drains to pale
Sharp cliff, black knife wound in the verdant space
Decrepit footbrige held up by mere grace
Each rope suspended taut by one sole nail
No time for turning back, it's move...

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A deserted old house stood off the county road a little way.
To keep apace of living I rushed by it almost every day.
For years I'd wanted to visit there to see what secrets it held,
And perhaps find out about the folks who in it had...

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SHALL I ANTICIPATE APACE TO THEE A STORY,
THROUGH MY HEART TO MIND, FROM NIGHT TILL DAWN YOU WERE A GLORY,
THOUGH BEDRIDDEN, IN MY SENSES AND FEELINGS THOU TOOK A JOURNEY, 
PAY ATTENTION AS I VERB THE ANECDOTE OF MY AGONY.

IN MY EYES YOU SMILED AT...

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I shoot up above the silent, spellbound crowd,
Gaping down at their bright hands with glassy eyes,
Then I pierce the satin clouds that dress the skies,
And drift in space toward that eternal shroud,
The vast field of stars that angels tilled and plowed.
How the crowd tilts down...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her grace,
her shriveled arms, now wasting in despair,
her saddened eyes so...

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Naught But Smoke In The Wind

Ethereal is…as ethereal does
Bundles of atoms is what we be
Empty space wrapped in cosmic fuzz
Electrons trying to break free

We be something…just not very much
We’re not very material atall
Just wee Protons, Neutrons and such
Smooshed all together in a ball

Yet we think…reason...

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POETIC BIO

Alliteration,the starting place, alongside

cinquains,apace in time,crystalline

lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth

footle,broken monoku for a while short

imagist was my style.Sequenced longer

poems metamorphose within this crysallis

changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,

as you see,structured prose poetry.With

cadence and pause,others hear my voice,

aural phrasis now this poet’s choice.

as exampled below

What...

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Broken dreams, and smiles and flowers
Grow apace throughout our fervid hours
The times of wreaths and solemn nods
The dearth; some worth and serried sods.

The gathered few or many more
The muted laughs, cross creaking floors
The everyday, it pervades; this all
It’s a gamut run; Christmas to fall

We often...

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Summer fading, Autumn draws near
Apace, a waft murmur hum so clear

Bold aroma of petrichor gather
Upon pulse lands color plants
Rains journey row by row

Nature sounds amid thinning amber leaves, 
Neath calm of shadow deciduous trees
Tinder blaze of golden colors under
Unhurried, yet empowering wonder

early morn sunlight
beguiling nesting...

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