Best Archival Poems

Rain rushed in like a concert audience.
There’s nothing calm about Spring’s arrival.
The specter gusts regrets and survival,
Strip limbs for whips — a sore obedience.

A path...

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When the war of worlds' was done
And the Colonists owned the sun,
The old miner from Sirius One
Gleaned the galaxy for his son.

He sought the brave...

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Raindrops keep falling on my head
Long after I think I am dead;
With a chest of iron and legs of steel,
I have a body I just...

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You call up and say:
“Hello, how are you today?”
I’m dead and rottin’ away,
But my droid is pretty bright,
It answers “I’m all right!”

You celebrate the bi-centennial,
And...

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As I was walkin’ down the street
I thought I saw him ahead,
I followed on trembling feet
wherever he led.

We threaded through the crowd
And entered a dark...

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The power of time travel lies
In the laughter of your eyes.
It lifts me up and takes me away
Ten years ago today.

The demons in the past
Fade...

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Emotionless, the doctor applied tools.
The foetus extracted,
they wheeled her away.
Although she could not move,
and could not relieve herself,
they did not check upon her
until the next...

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I weep, I weep, I weep;
And volunteer for long term Cryo-sleep.
If in five hundred years’  time
I am full and in my prime,
He and she...

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That I came back to live 
in the region both 
my parents died into 
that I will die into 
if I have nothing else 
I...

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In the orchard
under the stars,
I have the kind of company
I never had before.
The creature I came here with
appeared to be human,
but my hands feel a...

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Soul Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer

Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges...

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Chronicler of History

History goes back as you might guess
Through vast tracks of time out there to be cataloged and measured
And a couple minutes more, before...

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My prayer for Mykhalylo Tyaglyy* in his tasks as researcher, writer, and editor:


Desirous to serve God, work toward His kingdom advancement-height

Be useful for His glory,...

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Church Had A Cross

Church had a cross with some spires:
Walls are covered with red, radiant fires
While in middle are three doors
You enter to walk on...

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NOT THE ARTIFACTS OF SERENDIPITY

The earth a blue planet isn’t alone in the vast cosmic space
A planetary maze the limitless depths of the universe encase.

Life’s...

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