Best Befit Poems

The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain 

I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant" 
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle"...

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The Middle Time is now upon me,
And the tune to which I dance is somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacaphonous din
To which my steps...

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First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and...

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When hard rain falls, I am grateful for a shelter
When deceit shows its face, I aim for a strike 
When darkness takes over light, I...

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Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured 
 
Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those...

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Somewhere on this pretty planet,
	There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
	The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.

On righteous wings glory’s noose,
	Hangs...

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Let the sun gaze upon your wonder,
As the ray portrays your complexion,
As the light illuminates your beauty,
And the vitamins accrue in your temple.

Let the wind...

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Adam, take the dust and
blow into tomorrow's winter world
the intruding consciousness
is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values,
who are we now, why this
language of redemption ?
the...

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What Am I leading Up To.

You often will wonder what phrases mean,
Like a little lean or maybe even green;
You should try one on for size,
Or...

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Out there are many ancient sites
And fear grows deep at the end of daylights 
One hears loud scary cries
Among the primeval moor and buckeyes 

To...

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For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I...

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Woman! darkly gleam is your work I esteem…love it!
From mountainous mountain top to valley‘s belly
I hear you pluck…on eagle‘s wings…onward pluck
How nice, your device visits...

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Have you ever played with it?
Even if just a bit.
Or thrown it.
Because you were in a snit.
Did you ever eat it?
Then throw out the pit.
Or...

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Had I, been I, would I have been born in the all time of all of things positive Spanish, esp the Flamenco fragrance of all...

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Quiet save for a morning glory’s cue 
Daylight decks the sky cerulean blue 
Sunday and like the hues of color wheels 
Old Man Dan hunts...

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