Best Bides Poems

While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.

Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces
and rains in streams enhance...

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Silver shimmers
   reflected by the sea 
When dawn kisses each 
    silhouetted tree.
As sunrise pierces 
    fleecy clouds of blush
A canvass bides the 
    eager artist's brush.

Our Banyon bids adieu 
   ...

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Tranquility has settled like a dove
Serenity and Peace have kissed in love
Contentment bides in place of sweet repose
and Beauty welcomes all with gifted rose

The Turbulence of life hears, "Peace be still."
Obeisance to the call brings honored thrill
the breath of Kindness then refreshes life
and vanquished Hate...

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A time of change awaits you, friend.
It crouches on your track.
It peeps its head round yonder bend
and knows you can’t go back.
And being time, itself it bides,
(albeit a time of change).
You cannot know how well it hides
and still be in your range!

Your path might be...

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swift, swift, the rills do run
          swift, from high the mountain
               swifter, tho', the running years
     flowing through...

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She floats into a room and voices hush,
the silence at effulgence in her bloom,
as crimson rises to her cheeks in blush
to humble scarlet gardens and their plume.

The gown in velvet bides her every curve,
smooth bight of rivers on to ocean's sway
that in such pastel presence...

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The sun has deigned to smile on me 
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon

I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow

On...

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When Summer starts her transitory reign, 
King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended, 
brightening a sky that, for a time, 
shall be his lovely mistress’ domain. 

He reaches out his welcoming warm rays 
across the span of Summer’s first official day, 
lengthening them just as...

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Just twenty days. The mystical
Libra will turn rosette boughs into
fading auburn… nights combing
the breeze colder and quite somber ,
as if women on bare hilltops await
the arrival of men in some far oceans 
when bleached summer gives way
to icicles of endurance so patient
and wives, lovers tremble...

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Love lingers, in the objects of stone left behind,
holding pleasing recollections of welcome footfalls;
the painful memories, most, spent of love declined.

Those last few months of harborless shores, the squalls 
fade, as I gaze on the jade keeper left bedside,
holding pleasing recollections of welcome footfalls.

The blade...

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"The Familiar"



Softly ever so Softly 
on hardened paws
Nemesis 
follows the 
Red Apple 
scent of 
Her sword
 
a peony pink pocket flushed
velvet violent violet viola 
playing
warm honey dripping 
from the pocket 
it buzzes 
as if with bees
and it burns

Softly ever so Softly 
on hardened paws
Nemesis 
follows...

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Below within the dwelling deep,
while tumbling in fitful sleep;
the rumble-hum of furnace keep;
the mouse and Cat Lord Bo-peep.

Fluttering lids and labored breath
below within the dwelling deep,
furious dreams do waken sleep
attributes of childhood’s bequeath.

Horrors rise on temporal tides
a stew of insanity bides.
Below within the dwelling deep,
the...

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Lifting winds cut through the trees
Scouring all of coppered leaves,
Now swirling in the autumn sky,
To flutter down, like butterflies.

Winter now, she bides her time
For soon enough her clock will chime.
She'll open wide her icy hand,
And cast her spell across the land.

In the trees, will squirrels doze.
While...

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One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts
He bides his time, picks his spot and halts
Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids
Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to little bits
Manchester, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do...

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Broken Back

They use words like
Cold
And 
Crossing
Sighs
To describe something romanticised
 
Obscured verbs
In which to hide
To hide
Romanticised
The suffering
Without a name

It asks you not to worry
A vacant voice
Verbalised
Tears
She cried
Lies

Nomenclature of disheartening
Hope
Borrowed between shadows
Between hearts
Flowers
And chocolates

At peace
At last
Unburdened
Released
Love
Child

Romanticised
To a field of waving poppies
Gently shook the rifles
And slow blood let
Picturesque

And...

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