Best Becometh Poems

Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar...

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These mouths of laugh
 these traps of many
these winds as peas,
 they grow;they are tall.

These fools to smiles
 these miserable men of ham;
these slings of love
 they fail;they are frail.

These fair feet;adorned
 these skins of cherubs;rare
these sparks of peace,
 they come;they go.

These rivers of soil
...

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My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery...
"My Goddess What didst Thou to me,
Lust priapic to Thine ardent ****?''
A sylph bewinged like...

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Planetary conjunction, behold catastrophe, o’ trembling earthquake
Afore thy outbreak, for terror has struck – omens of bad luck
Of rats aboard large ships of trade
Black Death, Black Sea, what becometh thee?
Rain of fire be seen, plague-ridden body on board
We have reached thy port, yet to attest,...

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It’s unfortunate that I fall for your type
 Because it always means there’s more than one
 A decision to make, moments of weakness
 Where my mind flutters like a butterfly in the sun.
 I try to remain strong
 But, succumbing to my weakness, I fail
...

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As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
So is the he that a man thinketh
and becometh
as perishable
corruptible
dialogues infinite and resistant.
Universal universe spreads open
nonexistent legs to reveal the womb of creation.
Birth comes to ideas 
and desires manifest 
before and with 
the blades of grass...

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~La' Luna De' Morte'~


As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss

Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled...

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Fabric of the universe,
has weaved all within it's nature
upon looms from spindles,spinning wheels
beginning with a single thread........

Connecting all in purposeful suit
appropriate uniformity
serving one,to serve the all
the whole now luminosity.....

Somehow...the thread becometh loosen
and pulled unraveling many,
like spinning tops in chaotic spin
disorder now a plenty....

Must reattach our...

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I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus...

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Somewhat outstandingly
 millennial absurdism
 Is Seen’d slowly 
 Drownin’ towns;

 & townes’ there’ness,
 May’be
 Forever’ly mere’d,
—-

 hungry Frenetic wild dogs roam-
 ING;

 Thirst, unquenchable.

 & 

 Thas’ workingly blue homosexual 
 Humanoid thingies’ living IN,
 & Cherry blossoming IN,

 kings X

 (& already some of...

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What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.

The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of a loyal peasantry
O, Nature! Creator! – all alludeth in an...

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In Foolishness,
Man conceiveth wisdom and gets rapture in arena
Where wonders of science and refinement are exhibited.

A man young is deemeth foolish to love a woman who
Before, hath given her palm wine to another man, but wise
For a young woman to marry an old ‘big man’...

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By: Inking Al'Kallio and Ellen Brown

Shall painful pleasures be the tune?
Tune to which our love dances?
Oh! how your blows has becometh the fuel,
that drives me on to beautiful bruises.

I thought it was all Love at first.
A love that can never be broken.
Now it has turned...

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Duty bound,intensified labor
overburdened yokes endured
as must,to not fall out of favor
our light becometh rest,assured

Strength of spirit,brightly glows
troubled times our feet will show
but,in the end,you have to know
new beginning for your flow

The mighty tested,evil bested
honor bestowed amongst the trusted
staying true to self,self wealth
loving gold is true...

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In the business of God 
where He is Chief Almighty LORD 
perfect Boss, surpassing all best practices
we are sure of a win-win synergy, verily reigning
while we yield to His wisdom of heavenly paradigm
beyond world class status toward ministerial endeavour 
reaching-out the next generation with love...

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