Best Atones Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want...

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Part - 1.

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors true brave
all for golden treasures...

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Captive beauty, in the wilderness aloneGolden moments of a man’s solitudeStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone                            ...

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Matching like-minded zones
Multiple kindred cones
Myriad tribal bones
Misplaced grammar atones
Marriage of stars and stones
Mosaic blended tones
Merry musical thrones

10/26/20...

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I smile at the thought of her death,
Evil lies she spews with each breath.

Mystic beauty sends dark shivers,
spindly spine erupts in quivers,

Anger floods her soul, hollow heart.
Laughing in my face, poison dart.

Temptress feigning tears, sets her bait.
For this poor old soul, it's too late.

Succumb to...

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The events of the morning 
Were told to the men.
Two raced to the tomb 
One stooped and went in.
"Indeed, it is empty!"
Was all they could say, 
And with minds full of wonder,
They walked slowly away.

As two other men journeyed
To Emmaus that day,
They were joined by...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red and dripping wet -
the stains were wiped with no regret.

When...

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Darkness abides save flickering candle light
Illuminating his silhouette of masculinity 
exhaustion renders an end tonight
Supplanting all previous antiquity  

In the quiet he sleeps 
Leaning close to steal his breath 
As the wanting piques 
With the rise and fall of his chest

My lips fall slightly...

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Two and sixty days ago —
Two months, or so I'm told —
I wandered, wistful, without cause,
Through a memory of old.

A hall of walls I wandered, tall,
As tall as tales I could weave,
But none as tall as this regale,
A story that you won't believe.

I walked near...

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Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica now day comes bright
Her white dress lifted over blue legs of mountains
Marbled to the sky. It drank diamond littered night
Leaving nothing but  an empty cup, where fountains
Of rivers use to full the bosom of the sea with milk.
I stand under the...

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A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.

Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.

Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through 
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment...

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Strolling thro' the cemetery the other day I chanced to see,
Various grave stones that were quite intriguing to me.
Most were modest, a few monumental, some very old.
On each was etched a tad of history with a story to be told!

The founder of the city has...

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Did Adam’s fig leaf portray his work in brief; 
the attempt, his sinfulness to cover:
While the “blood sacrificed skin”, atones his sins;
- covering them rightly all over?

Cain’s works of his will, “the best from his field,”
could not win him God’s favor.
While Abel’s sacrifice, a “type”...

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Below the Dungeons of Despair
Alone, atones the scattered bones, 
As shattered death-dreams linger there
To moan and groan their tragic tones.



It lies beside the Sea of Tears 
Where fog and mist still fails to lift 
The weary weight of soldier fears;
That war survived is not a...

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