Best Beseeches Poems

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in...

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Towering high the pine tree spies
Darkness gleaming across the skies.
All-embracing limbs it reaches
In all directions it beseeches.
Yearning for ominous actions to end
Locked they hide; secretly they offend.
Veiled is the door guarding treacherous fate
Never exposing; hold and isolate.
Looming colossal to pointed peak
Shadows adorn branches yearning to...

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Skulking - lurks an unseen shadow
chilling both the heart and marrow
destiny -  your dust of sorrow
                    Death, where are you

Nurturing an endless grudge
at life’s end...

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To Heal A Soul Waning In Want
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
12th April 2019

Man thus beseeches 

  Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below
  twinkling stars applauded then went dark
  time paused, its powers but a laughing blink
  as with eyes...

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To Heal A Soul Waning In Want
 A collaboration with Lawrence Sharp
12th April 2019


To Heal A Soul Waning In Want

Man thus beseeches 

  Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below
  twinkling stars applauded then went dark
  time paused, its powers but...

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A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon,
and turns into a vast lake of tears.
They were fighting for their right to remain
poor and hungry. It was a fractured
amnesia in the pit of flesh.

Was it a pink rose ? No one had planted
a kiss on the lips...

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Echoes


Every morning a man is seen to climb upon a hill

His mission there to bare witness 
To the suns flooding as she rises 
Her painted fires airbrushed dawning through the skies
He stands alone upon the grassy barrow 
Gathering every thought and fibre 
Every nuance of...

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Out Of Water

Eternal suffering
Fresh cleansing rain,
regain
Harmonic smells so wonderful,
restores impressions in your mind of ocean shores

Rainbows of prism refracting,
colors that are spellbinding
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, Indigo, violet
mixtures mystifier of lights and shadows aver

Cleansing the air,
beautify and reign over azure suggestive buttermilk sky

Green crisp canopies...

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Heart Of Stone

What a heart wrenching piece of news..
In today’s spread of daily news…
Boldly headlined ‘Mom: No Forgiveness”
It was about filial hurt and devastated dreams.  

This news worthy piece of news was rather brief..
The reporter was probably  trying hard to be objective..
This news...

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Constance-Rambling Poet For Contest: Among The dead
By John Moses Freeman

~It is said of Raven the dead are fed…
     she walks in death’s broad ways among the tombs…
        in the valley of  the shadow...

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In the night within the silent darkness
Cried a fallen angel,
From the waves of the wind soaring from afar
There he rose from the ground below; hopelessly. 
Known to him was only pain,
As he came from beyond the borders of sadness
Still dared fear, thence uttering of patience,
He...

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IT’S IN BLACK AND WHITE BUT SOON IT WILL TURN INTO COLOR

You cannot be a dog if you’re a cat
You cannot be an elephant if you’re a monkey
You cannot make a zebra into a rat
And  you can’t be a racist if you’re a junkie

Now...

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Nothing beseeches more than darkness
The outer rims of the black Earth
Raw refining nothingness in oblivion
Where no-one desired to reside
Without a hatred for life, that which simmers
Like the fire which lives deeply within
And punctures the soul like brimstone
Would a giant, but without the height
It scars, it...

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A manic man sits, evenly, confined, conscious, in his four cornered room.  His cell phone 
rings and violently vibrates! The terrible tone slashed and sliced the serene silence he had 
been anticipating all afternoon.  It was her! The one he was trying to...

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Along the boat dock I strut toward you,
with my hips entranced in a ready sway.
My eyes are enthralled with each painted hue,
as your figure glistens like a sun ray.

Your outstretched body calls for conquering,
joining nightfall, surrendering to set.
Your essence graces the playful blurring
of the water...

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