Best Backtracked Poems

Form = Free Range Verse

The Hunt

Mans desire to hunt
Testing skills from the beginning of time
I had outfitted myself the day before
With camouflage, and all the tools of the trade
The excitement of catching my prey
Outwitting my fellow hunter a plenty
Tracking for hours and hours on end
Off...

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I was relaxing in my sunroom, one very peaceful afternoon,
Enjoying the fables of Aesop, and all the flowers abloom.

The view from the many windows, was gold sunshiny delight,
With blossoms and rich greenery, and many birds in flight.

Every now and then I chuckled, at comical characters...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The...

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Like a Phoenix, I rise up from the ashes of my past 
Your beautiful tune mended the Earth with exquisite mirth 
Like a runner, I'm running forward to the finish line oh so fast 
You're a butterfly, wrapped in her cocoon...you're more than what you...

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Peter and Paul since grade two were great friends,
They often used to go away with girlfriends for weekends.
This time flew to South Africa on their own
They were excited, they had never flown.
Their aim to find a poisonous snake
Hide it on the plane and then take,
It...

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I meandered through the muddy Mekong
Searched in sultry sexy Saigon
Ravished in the Cat Thien Rain forest
Yet I still could not find you

I found myself haunted in Hong Kong
Caught up in the cacophony of China
Trailed my way thoughts to Taiwan
And still I could not find you

I...

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Why did He let me break?
Was it for a future's sake?
How did you all get here?
Are we all lost in epic fear?

Keep pressing on, my dusked Dawn
We welcome the sun, that's what we look upon

Do away with these thots of you
Do away...do away with these...

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Flashback to Fridays when I was a wanted guest
a common companion strolling the riverside
with more than just the moon willing to chat
where words resonated with hand-cut diamonds
lighting up my vision and your restful eyes
where missed lessons were backtracked 
and praise was left to pigeons hiding
in...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-One

Meantime the Faithful gathered for prayer sans delusions
His Holiness excused himself for the usual ablutions --
The Commandant backtracked to an official car for pow-wow --
Lights dimmed as indoor lights were turned on for inspections

Starch stiff blue-black uniforms and...

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There's someone I need to write to…someone i take for granted.
Someone who knows who they are and some others can't stand it.
I mailed a few letter yet she hasn't replied back.
I think its been too long since I wrote with some love attached.
My last one...

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Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs 
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the...

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I was so sad I was about to cry
When she appeared in the corner of my eye
Being carried gracefully by the wind
I believe she wanted to be my friend
She had rainbow wings and big brown eyes
Like silver dollars floating in the sky
There was a reason...

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There it is, the facts!

Some passed foolish words or acts,
   a picture presence of a thousand words
   looking back without grace to be restored;
what you said or what you did
   no one can ever forgive.

Everything we say or do
...

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I
Dora was 82 this year
My onetime neighbor
Three years back
I was new again
From USA, I backtracked
She inspired me about Africa again

II
Jesus, she loved Thee well
We pray, shalom, live to tell
If an ordinary, great South African
Bye Tanie Dora, godspeed
You wanted to care for your needs
But Thatcher Home...

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12/29/20
"Snow Globe"

Respect the virtuoso
You don't or you know so
Life can be peligroso
People going loco

Humans addicted to chocolate aka cocoa
And the other kind of coco (cocaine)
On a high horse, acting like your the major-domo

Here I am, shaking a snow globe
I failed, I passed and I was...

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