Best Beleaguering Poems

My muse is like a carnival,
a celebration of kaleidoscope colors,
a dazzling display of light and sound.
Circling slowly until I feel dizzy.
	Will I crumple and fall?

A house of mirrors
with peculiar shapes and sizes
evoking flustered feelings
and contorting my cognitive map.
	Which avenue shall I follow?

A tunnel of love...

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A   BUTTERFLY   BLOWING   BUBBLES

I was catching bubbles in a butterfly net for beauty’s sake
Needless ‘tis to say sans any success
The second I secured one it would summarily break
And I left with but bubbles that burst to confess

First I was...

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In the secluded seashore of isolation islands, 
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.  
The strife surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
grief is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.

With magical spell...

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The singularity of my voice, 
Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness
Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling, 
Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking 
Computer monitory screens,
The intelligible and the inane, 
The incomprehensible and the uncomprehending:
The pretenders to literature's throne and the 
Imposters...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting to see if……….
If…. the world implicates impotence in the imposition...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting to see if……….
If…. the world implicates impotence in the imposition...

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Dear Wind stood breathless on the reach,
          To wait the daylight's spark,
               So beleaguering him and morning, each,
    ...

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BERRY BLUE RED

With all due respect, is it easy to be easy like you?
To take in stride the times you’ve cried and the tears that you willed away
See, a person like me has to take the wrong for the right item in lieu
But if you...

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BERRY BLUE RED
With all due respect, is it easy to be easy like you?
To take in stride the times you’ve cried and the tears that you willed away
See, a person like me has to take the wrong for the right item in lieu
But if you...

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HUSH, CAN YOU HEAR THE DARK BARK?

I dream of darkness
i dream within darkness
my dreams ARE darkness
black born and begotten by beleaguering and backward visions
visions which reverse reality with retrograde remorsefulness
and fretfully frightful forcefulness
vision of coal colored clouds floating amidst an infallable fog
as I attempt to...

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When the wayward mind is unsteady,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal.

Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where the mind builds the edifice of ignoble desire, 
the clinging...

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In the secluded seashore of an isolated island, 
I build the castle of desire with sands of dream,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.  
The surge of strife washes away the forlorn abode,
grief gets hidden in my insular...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange of disorienting chaos. 

Under the scorching blaze of the envy flame,
the desiccated soul suffers parched and...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray 
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection
truth tumbles in the debris of disorienting tribulations.

In the disorderly squall of divesting disarray 
the mangled mind is disheveled to...

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