Best Beclouded Poems

               A coloratura rises 
                          from...

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there are no stars in these beclouded skies
to linger on the edge of darkened nights
no reflections to shine within your eyes
nor moonbeams to gather within my sights

as january's wind encircles me
i lose myself in the depths of my dreams
where breathless sighs fall within whispered pleas
and...

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I grope through forest misted by my pain
Unearthly feel of gloom enshrouding me
Like wispy ghosts the memories a bane
Their hazy fingers keep from breaking free
Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain
Obscured is reason; gone is sanity
Unclear my way, for mist is laden thick
Your insubstantial love...

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Some things are lost along the line
Some things, beautiful and fine
Driving down the lone road to the stream in my hamlet
It’s like yesterday; like catching birds from their nest
I giggled as I drove by
Mothers breast feeding babies and singing lullaby
Naked boys rolling condemned tires, and
Ripped...

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I flow like the river and fall like a spring
Dazzling many like a pugilist on a ring,
Interact with many people and classes,
Making young men to raise their glasses.

Racism and apartheid are not in my book,
Even though I`m  finer than a brook,
Making beautiful girls to...

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Genuine love is loveless
Whereof the heart is beclouded
With mystic, monastic and metaphysical aura
Only minds as deep as the Congo river can contain.

'Tis when fair love subsist
That spiritual, ethical and philosophical
Transcend all mundane forms and allures
That are subject to the acid test of time and change.

'Tis...

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Grumbling,rumbling and Wobbling my pen moves on the white paper,staggering as it strides onthe line Gush!it belches as horrible sound comes out from its tip,the lines are blur and twinkle stars appear.I am drunk No!not me its my pen,different thoughts flow into the mind beclouded...

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—Our days of no beginning and no end—

When a giant thinker who wandered in the wilderness of meditation 
for a long time came to find himself, leaped over a wall that was built 
for a thousand year in the name of all powerful God, shouted...

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I didn't take my umbrella, assuming
the weather wouldn't respond with a whiplash,
and on coarse sand I trudge, not thinking
of a cloudburst to induce fear and suddenly bash.


My grip on this balloon string has the strength of a cord,
in case those clouds belch and belie...
luckily its...

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I was a comely damsel
Made of fragile fair clay,
Pregnant with unhatched rebellion,
Beclouded with the mist of youthhood,
And on the broad path
Dreaming of butterflies.

I heard a still voice calling;
It was the Prince of Peace,
Oh, how sweet the sound!
So I followed closely.

But the sword in his mouth
Pierced...

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Love my once loved
mistress
I must now there
forego 
a cauldron of such a
lawless love
the spring of
friendship with the
filth of
concupiscence
I beclouded its
brightness with the
hell of lustfulness.
emotion gone but
still remains there
the lovely sextress...

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Struck by lightning…
Just like the Iroko tree is struck in the 
rain forest during summer,
And consumed by fire,
With great inferno ,
Panic in the forest ,
As animals run…

Same is his music ,
Its sound reverberates and 
struck many hearts ,
And burn with great desire ,
Creatures-great and small...

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Yesterday we cried, we wept for the loss of peace 
Last night, we both mourned the demise of tranquility 
We yearned in futility for that quietude 
That made our spirits flutter 
We bemoaned the annihilation of that calmness 
That gave life to our souls 
We...

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Lamentations of a proletariat 

Loaded to the brim, withouted in a pack of "obersver-non participants"
folded like a wrap, yet forced to lack in the ranks of "server-run-anticipants"
dare to pass a comment and... a knife to your jugular
they claim to pass, yet, your life was the...

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Beyond the Heart, the Head and the Soul reigns unsulleable Belief 

How he blurted in a moment of self-lacerating glory-be pique
Who will in a thousand years retrieve my poems from digital rot
A thousand years grind grim in fermenting ocean-filth freak
Rather think in terms of a...

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