Best Attaches Poems

Intimate musings are part of a poet's repertoire;
flights of introspection and reflections,
savored more when shared with kindred spirits
A poet can speak to another poet
with an...

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He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The...

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Feelings surface, carried by an emotional tide.
And love washes over us as
refreshing as a spring rain;
with its promise of renewal.
Trust helps erase the scars of...

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So from first circle started the descent
Down to the second, which contains less
And more pain, stinging to a great extent.

There the horrible Minòs growls giving...

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“You meddling mechanical moron,
you’ve ruined everything,
the thingamabob is running amok,
can’t you hear the alarm bells ring?
You clinking, clanking cretin,
you demented digital dunce,
you never do what...

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Nothing compares to your hands
I bathe in your warmth
the hollow of your armpit
is my shelter...

It cannot be helped
we can't be anywhere
except together...

I'd like to paint...

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The absence of touch attaches itself 
To the narrow whisper of his heart beat. 
Footprints echo in loving embrace 
Of his fathers mummified conscience
There are...

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Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
    Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
    Thorns barely a repellent...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like...

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Spirit whose work is done
The produce of my poetry
A scented gift 
Designedly 
Bearing the present moment.

I´m unable to make a living from my poetry
Even though...

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Keep Me Good Company…

TODAY MY MATE SAVES MY DAY... 
From spiraling into unconstructive decay, 
Plugging my volcano of negative gossip & hearsay, 
Planting productive advice...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s...

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I read your words of your friend, to your friend,
my heart opened as if you danced in and formed in my mind to define love....

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I am intoxicated by the process of the human heart               ...

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