Best Artefact Poems

Some people lie for no reason at all
While many lie with a great reasoning
Most lie to safeguard and be saved from fall
Others let themselves be blamed for speaking. 

Few lie for a good acceptable cause
And many just construct a cause to lie
Its not always the...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would turn
this material into his masterpiece, "The Ring and the
Book".)


The Old...

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In every home
there is a place
That is always forgotten,
Is it
Festering with ants
Or
Inhabited by gnomes?

I don't know what goes on
There
In every
Cranny and nook.
And perhaps I never will ever
Know.
But the the buried corner feels like a song
Without a
tune
That I can dance to,
Barefoot on cold wood.
It tastes like...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There was no sense of regret that winter passed with revolving...

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I do appreciate the sky
that is not flying high
the moon is so powerful 
the yellow grey clouds protective of,
The light blue sky that turns Blue 
Latter the white clouds,
Suddenly my memories travel Radical
The magic autobiographical moment that I want,
Turn nature in me,
Graphical 
so using some...

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The Old Straight Track climbs up towards the ridge,
A tangent to this ancient burial ground
Where Bronze Age bodies slumber under mounds;
In number, nine, each barrow with a ditch.

Who were these folk that lie beneath this field –
Hunter-gatherer, warrior, father, son ?
Side by side in death...

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The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic...

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I know the game of exclusion,
have played it all my life and
now I've mastered it,
a talent to brag about.

Exclusion from normality,
the joy of inclusion.
Exclusion from continuity,
the malaise of discontinuity,
the permanent otherness.
It's a mystery how it came about
that my life was exclusively defined
by exclusion, is it...

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Sometimes there is a time,
Where a thing at a certain time,
With a blink,
Appears to link,
It can be a feeling,
A word, a seeing
or even beauty of dreaming.

Remember that dream you had?
Did anything in reality associate? 
It all lies in the fate. 

An artefact,
Seems to impact,
The fact.
That...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11e, The Island Kingdom (continued)

Matto, Lisa and their parents 
Contemplated now a journey 
On the ocean that was longer 
Far than any in their memory 

One whole week upon the ocean 
Lay before them in the sail-boat
As a crewman bid them...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another 

Sort of a whiz kid at what he does and his curriculum vitae very straight forward

Has always been...

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Flying  from  out  of  the  eerie  world  of  spirits            
The  Sphinx  has  come  to  crouch  and   pose ...

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Our final purpose end is really generally unknown
but there now what better a place for such a strong supporting bone
Bone too high for worms and funerals incendiary flames
inclined bleached bone release from dead body there nature sadly shames 
By the fence there the bone propping...

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True,
they have seen more 
than their age.
But in the hazy,
half morning
field of “stelae”,
we, somnambulant
observers,
select our optimal view
between the pages of the Talmud.

Coded,
In the text of your staccato voice,
there is,
our consensual agreement of being.
It is not quite,
the signatured artefact
of strict adherence,
more the oral history
of a recent...

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OLD TESTAMENT

It was wisdom that I sought within those venerable old pages
Yet found tales of folly, arrogance and cruelty in profusion
Where were knowledge, truths, enlightenment, refined throughout the ages?
What direction to a righteous life, discernment, no illusion?

Say ‘tis mankind’s wilful sin that’s outlined in these...

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