Best Beckon Poems

Going inward
Receiving moments of grace
While time unfolds
Touching your heart with my breath
An expansion
Doorways to enter

Each gift revealed through my willingness
Vulnerability my partner
Coaxing me towards unimagined pleasure and pain

Letting my mind expand
Memories of days 
Exploring and discovering
Baiting my first hook
My Father’s deep voice guiding me

Watching his...

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soft blue skies beckon
            for a flight to be taken
                I see clearly now


Heidi Sands

6/17/21...

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 where crystals gleam 
i want to lie

where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath

as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union 
as desirable as a cooling undertone on a hot humid day
as necessary as the blistering heat
a dream yet to be...

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far past eventide
skylights eluding capture
mornings crest draws near
 
Good morning Soupe....

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Let her beckon until her hands come down
I would not huddle there again
Too green with mold her concrete gown
Too easy to come, my pain
Too nervous listening footsteps near
Or the stopping car
Or the door that will no jar
Or the sudden cataract of tear
Justice does not serve...

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Not revealed to asses' or beasts, 
Kept from those Flying Angels,
Reserved specially for you,
She leaves me and the soul of man is dead,
Leaving my shores so dry,
The clamour of those dead shells so loud,
My shining chain Armour is now a nothing, maybe cracked wood,
Tears, Gethsamanic...

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The challenges that life instills
Fighting over mounting bills
Somehow though our needs are
    met
Faith be strong, nar ye forget 
It's not about the perks and
     frills
Beckon Roses and daffodils 
Separation supports the isms 
Fractured like reflected prisms
Multi-colored light distills
Gleaning...

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A beckon call from twilight
And the moon does rise to
Chase the sun from its
High place.
 Fleeing from the presence
Of Luna the sun goes quietly
To its rest.
 Now sitting upon the throne
Of the night the moon showers
Earth with its cold yet beautiful
Silver light. 
 Her shimmering...

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Autumn colors beckon me
as I follow a spunky squirrel scampering into the woods.
The forest welcomes me as an old friend
that hadn't visited in a long while;
triggering a release of endorphins.
My excursion gets noted by a jaunty woodpecker;
tapping out a distant drum roll as I navigate
through...

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Off to catch her beauty
where smiles illuminate my dream
sunsets beckon
bleed no more you pretty pen
line your heart with gold
stories skillfully written
but never heard
lay her down
and into beauty blow
lay her down
to places never known...

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Beckon and Dead Reckon 

I hear quaint calls that do beckon;
Determine direction must dead recon,
To find out angle where coming from;
Catch flounder, dolphin and some drum,
And need right equipment for detecting.

Jim Horn...

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The quagmire of being a listener and a decider at the same time
may take a challenge on how to respond well to certain actions;
visible or invisible that may entail a careful look or understanding
can be a potential force to generate the so-called explanations.

There are choices...

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 Lying and crying
Smiling for dying 
A fitting thought through an empty mind
Leaving all of this behind
To move on to a better day
What may be hell, you think and say
Dawn will peek while I'm asleep 
But as my midnight comes, I'll shove away.
A silent slumber...

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To walk the talk over burning hot coal
Tests the mettle of God-bestowed free will
Debate ensues between ego and soul
By hammer and tongs, shaped on the anvil

Hesitation signals we’re not ready
Looking at how to better our morrow
Unable yet to hold love’s flame steady 
Self-serving instinct cause...

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Cotton-candy cumulus clouds beckon
Me follow their course ever upward and
Over  my limiting horizon to
Vista viewpoints where paths never trod
Stretch ‘cross limitless imagination.
I must go, I am called, to be true
To my immortal soul; Staying safe here
Is to shrivel-shrink, dying day by day.
Please don’t stand...

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