Best Assuaging Poems

You hang there on the rise of dawn
Bending twigs where you cling,
Glistening gems on sunlit lawn,
Where I greet you before you're gone,
Before my passions forlorn ding
While you gleam rays of spring.

How long dear will you glint and glow
Upon vibrant realm green,
My heart and I would...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...

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Abounding in gratitude 
my heart bursts out delightful praises
worshipfully testifying ---
 “God has blessed me this 2021.” 

January’s thanksgiving glow 
greeted me with peace and hope
to surmount quarantine hurdles, propping my zest---
declaring “Thus saith the Lord” during National Bible Month.

February beamed gratefulness-rays
brightening joyous soulwinning pursuits
sharing...

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We are admonished by guardians of civilization
to battle the enemy with due civil restraints
Yet with a nagging visceral realization
we know wars are not fought by saints

Rules of war shield all children from harm
disallowing rape and torture and pillage
soothing unease, assuaging alarm
reassuring every town, farm and...

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Ethereal Bliss

Your long pretty limbs and shapely trunk defy
Rings, occult within, unseen by the naked eye.
Rooted as saplings we've grown tall, you and I.
Bending in strong winds in chaos we try
To feel a calming peace from our sunset sky.

Like my car's engine, the gasoline you...

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On the bank of my heart's Eden,
Reunited, but parted, were life and I,
By an unseen veil.

And now I stand,
Watching,
The unearthly land,
Whose beautiful weather,
I cannot feel but sense,
Is something more than spring,
And held away by an arcane fence,
There stand the angelic flowers blossoming,
Whose sweet scents,
And colours...

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INTO THE LIGHT: SAFE HAVEN, 1944
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FOR MARY MAGDALENE

Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified
My vision that never was, would be His loss.

I mimed too, as they hammered in the nails
Once more assuaging myself  in His deep tears
Once more my...

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limitless  
endless rounds repeating
banquet of unmeasured sustenance  

liquid light  
released into coolness  
assuaging my soul's brown thirstiness 

eyes open  
unguarded, unafraid  
sinking in spangled star reflections 

color arc
rushing joyful cascade  
letting go, untethered forever 


October 26, 2014
Faye Lanham...

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sweet susurration

assuaging summer's swelter . . .

the whispering wind

Written May 8, 2022
Now submitted for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE' Poetry Contest...

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After July abdicates, august August arrives,
and the year advances, as annually agreed. 
After assessing alternative alternatives and accords,
as anticipated, no other affirmative alternative is advanced. 
Actually August is always an annual actuality, affably accepted
as amicable and always awaited ardently, as July avidly absconds!
Anxiously active actions...

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I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes
      and her long, yellow tresses;
wise, and with grace that never dies
      or wavers, she blesses.

Behind those intelligent eyes,
      she ponders, thinks, and listens;
as I...

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Nostalgic of my Mom’s death…
… almost two decades ago…
then of my Dad’s demise---
--- in 2019---
here am I gripped with blest serenity
knowing that they both are with the Creator
by virtue of their faith in the Saviour
Who promised wondrous eternal life
to those that put their trust in...

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You say words not to hurt me, yet I know
                         The time approaches when you’ll have to go
   ...

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For these year past the well is dry
for drought eats up the land;
the tender grass, the fertile field
are toughened clods and sand.

Still, my tired thirsting heart returns,
week after bitter week,
to sink a cup between stale stones
that once were wet and sweet.

Can soil this long without...

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