Best Blanching Poems

I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell and I was curious to compare his translation with mine....

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder,
What happened  to your breath baby brother,
what happened in the quiet black water,
maybe I am you, and you me,...

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After I just heard my guide in this trip
Speaking of ancient women and of  knights,
Pity I felt, then had loss to outstrip.

I began: “Poet , desire now me incites
To speak with those two going in a pair
Looking so light up in the wind their...

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The snow drifts to the ground
soft as babies breath
talcing the bottom of the farmer field.
The bows of barren maples brace
for the downy white.

Heat held in the asphalt
melts the first dusting,
its ashen countenance blanching, sullen
as the temperature plummets
cranky in the slush.

The snow laces the still air
edging...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one by one
Beaten pathways, footsteps marking.. mocking,
wedged in webs which spiders...

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A short ditty
Or a simple wee verse
Ink barely spent before creases form
And then the darkness comes.

Jeans in the laundry
The scent of powder and softener
Blanching colours
As forgotten words wash away.






Form: Free Verse...

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Iris blue eyes that bright, azure beams strow
Lilly white neck with a radiant, translucent glow
Rosy cheeks blanching cotton swabs of milky snow
Viola black hair coiffed; silky strands strung in a tidy row
Magnolia-crescented bosom with a soft, silty furrow
Camellia-shaped paps that with sweet nectar flow
Butterfly Orchid...

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"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED...

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Burnished, bronze steeples
Early-Autumn, hoary frost
Blanching, falling leaves...

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Sacral veil that shrouds bright hopes, dark fears
Screening altar that christens so deep a bond
Scrolled with the innocence of carefree years
Sacrificial shutter signifying all self-serving interests will abscond
Separating from the corporeal ties that correspond
Shade shielding truant desires from the dawning light
Mantle that merges burgeoning stems...

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burrowing critter
burnished red veiled cloak
blanching blighting winds...

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Summer rain from darkened clouds pouring
Like the windows of heaven have opened
After the blasting heat, so welcomed, adoring,
Waves of hell from Satan’s seething broken,

No lightning striking, no thunderous booming
A gentle, steady rain like a mother’s soothing
Whispers o’er the hurting tears all-consuming,
Steady summer rain is God’s...

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Seasons have changed their weathered cycles here
A frigid frost frolics on dead dry air.
Old man winter is summoned now so soon
It is a cranky world and a coatless moon
And through it shivering the homeless roam
Like sea froth bumping on a bridleless foam 
They left the...

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A somnolent trilogy of Greek hubris
Hero journeys into infernal abyss
Blinded by salty pride and avarice
Seeping into Poseidon's lair, nothing amiss
Swept along by steely reserve, prowess
Bounded by fate and drifting malice
Flooded by trials, providential interstice
Curdled by envy, lathering jaundice
Odysseus's rite of passage into briny bliss
Travails on...

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Zimbabwe
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day...

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