Best Begot Poems

That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!

It glistened on the oceans
before man came...

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I wished to ascend,
so I called a friend,
who knew of such things
and how to grow wings.

‘God’s abode’s within’,
he said, ‘so begin,
by simply choosing,
head and heart,...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while...

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Footsteps absorbed as maids descend
into the Delphi's cave they went.
Pellucidar is what they sought;
no thoughts of Dante's lurid hell;
questing an inner earth to dwell.
Down where...

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An ethereal warmth, I once attain
A grasp of peace to grace the rain
With every drop, a fervent bliss, 
A smile, a godsend from your lips

I...

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We of the Convict strain

A hundred and twenty years ago
Australia had it's several classes
There were we of the convict strain 
Mates would stick, just like...

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Before birth
I was the universe
All knowing, all embracing
Molecules of beauty in floating meditations
I was everywhere 

Then............
The darkness.........
The womb.......
I begot limbs and flesh
Imprisoned inside this human...

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What to tell our children,
when we’re back from War,
back from Peace too,
from Death itself, -
what shall we tell them:
We looked for Love
but found it nowhere?
Looked...

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Post-drought the winter dawning creeps
across my coarse and brindled lawn,
a molten ocean snail-like seeps
and spreads its early morning yawn.

A lambent thread it first appeared
to rise...

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Beginning with what it is not
Being certainly not transience we can slot

Calling a spade a spade
Love not an exchange or trade
‘I love you provided you...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to...

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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand...

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For the family from whose roots I came;
for the children that my spouse and I begot;
for the children that our children too begot . ....

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In the eyes of a child ~

This innocence of their life *

The shyness of their smiles

Humbled, untainted....

Filled with acceptance and love ~

To embrace this purity...

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Dreamer and the dreamed,
wish to be redeemed,
distilling each thought,
that’s ego begot.

Our subconscious mind
grips us in it’s bind,
displayed as instinct,
that’s not quite love inked.

We, as the...

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