Best Archival Poems

Cristiano Ronaldo.
Born in Funchal, Madeira's archipelago.
Played for Real Madrid and Man United.
Now his flair gets Al Nassr fans excited.

Messi is Ronaldo's biggest rival,
always vying to give fans an eyeful.
With a flick and a trick,
both make football look slick,
adding awards into their archival.

Although Messi has the...

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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 boy he knew
He'd disowned in four thousand & two.
Though the surviving rebels were few,
he had word of his boy's crew.

Hurrying...

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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 cut through, a cold subservience.
The robin’s heavy breast with cheep revival.*
A rose depressed in past Spring’s archival.
Absence of warmth, enrages...

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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 can’t kill.
Rain drops cover the gut in the bin,
And I am powered by a motor within.
Far cheaper than a positronic...

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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 call up your oldest serving menial:
My spirit is hardly congenial,
But my droid is going strong;
It accepts congratulations from the throng.

So...

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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 lane.
The sun blushed behind a cloud
As I leapt into his arms again.

Tear blind eyes freed my senses
To see the monster...

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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 pale and fast,
As we re-enter childhood
To settle in the land of ‘could’.

But I cry out in fear
For sixteen again dear,
I...

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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 day.

The Aerobus arrived
to take her to the
nursery planet,
where she would tend her offspring;
The matriarch checking
daily, weekly,
to see that she did...

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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 will be but a dream
Imprinted upon the wall by my last scream.
At the dawn of a new day
Five centuries are...

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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 scaly back,
and stiff fur pricks my chest.
A hooked beak tears at my mouth
destroying its sweetness.
Lifeless, I am encircled by claws.
I...

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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 have this and 
it's not morbid 
to think this way 
to see things in time 
to understand I'll be gone...

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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 of first love painted in golden moments –

Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives confessions
Blushing with pastel transparency of opaque...

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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 the universe was born
It discovered Hobo Jack at home within one millisecond
Put him to work to make a list of...

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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, with cooperative, humble, joyful disposition-light

Contribute your necessary part, being a blessing by faith-might.

1Corinthians 12:22 …Much more those members of the...

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Low void on the high end
Teared fists in midst of Tears of mist 
Tarried sand on the solo voyage twist 
Of the cause, and still the reason
Between the terrain and the everlasting rains
An unfolded mind of upholstery
It could be ease; this life could have been...

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