Best Blotted Out Poems

I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new...

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Once, side by side, they walked the moonlit beach
     in silence- each alone and incomplete
in disjoined worlds- linked only by the...

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This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart

Distance frames the...

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Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves
There is a mournful silence that extends
Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks
The place, some morbid...

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In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u...

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Song of a Warrior’s Bride

He counts on me for beauty:
His eyes blurred by bloody spurts of war,
Scarred by deadly blasts of bone
And tissue, his vision...

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Winter’s fury 
has long died;
fading, weary, 
she comes to pass.
Sunlight spills
across open yards,
blotted white -
then, one last  
chilled breath
escapes with might 
before succumbing 
to...

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He’s coming with his dark glasses
and dizzying smile

He’s stopping by for a minute or two
a minuet of manic joy

He covers the sun...

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God Sees the Scars

When someone close has proved untrue,
Betrayed your simple trust...
Used you for their selfish ends and
Trampled in the dust
The past, with all its...

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The darkest clouds ever 
... overshadowing sight never before seen
Ominous high noon weather
shuddered the souls witnessing
		the 
	      death 
		 of...

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Spill some wine on this white cloth
So impeccable, too perfect
A painter's canvas, begging

Drippings of red, crimson stains
Vintage patterns seeping
Rose petal brushstrokes beckon

Fingers dip into warm,...

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Sautéed scallops on the skirts of Italy
Debutantes of a chardonnay shimmy 
Mediterranean terraces of broached stars
Gucci wallets moonlighting baroque hearts
Manolo Blahnik legs lavishly luring
High heel...

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A hardened heart
closed the mind, so unkind
left the soul without empathy
struggling to understand
the joy in Christ's gift to man
Salvation of the soul
a reason to hope,...

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Fly Away


“Seagull, you fly across the horizon”

Parallel dreams and sifted thoughts
on an amber thread, thin as the beliefs
once found as hope, now falling
beneath sorrowed wings,...

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Listing A Personal View Of What Poetry Is
    
    1. Poetry is a stone,turned to expose to searching winds...

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