Best Boils Poems

I sigh …
pushing warm, wordless weight
onto the twilight mist,
where its folly hangs like old sackcloth,
the silver-doubloon moon dripping
it’s wan wonder to daub
breath and bones alike...

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It’s been a long day beneath hot sun,
with sunset looming and daylight done,
came across water with a stand of trees,
deep in shadow with a zephyr...

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A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils 
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality

Crawling underneath a thin veil...

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It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope.
It is love, stirred with hate that drips need
to bleed us, heal us and force our tired...

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I may never know what exactly happened,
but I think I know the why of it

Tadhana…Fate…Destiny…Kismet…

Put it in so many words,
but it all boils down to...

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A thousand steps in between 
who I was and who I am now 
do I wonder about the detours? 
do I wish I took the...

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Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate

This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far

Their venom...

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Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees. 

Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all...

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Who says I can’t go back in time
            No, not the records on my...

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A Cup Runneth Over

My cup in dry abyss boils over
Condensing dewdrops in vapors of blessing
Into foaming condensed extracts
Like effervescence of divine dust
That bubbles up to...

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‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a...

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Alice in Wonderland 
Was my favorite book as a kid
I used to pretend that I was Alice
Having tea with the Mad Hatter 
And the March...

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Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back...

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They said there will be days like this 
Where my heart refuse to beat 
Or my feet refuse to move 
I came too far
To want...

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The poet Marshall Mathers
whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet"
blasted with inquiry-

"Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against?
I have...''

Interesting enough
in these crooked times
it is impossible...

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