Best Breeched Poems

The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra,
saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad awaits you White Lion,
we embrace as Brothers of Light and...

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In times of retrospection we discover
The miles our vagrant compass trekked 
Silent horrors from which we recovered
What be righteous or unworthy we assess

For to all children life is not toys and hugs
Or enchanting dances on daddies feet
But bitter realities of drunks and thugs
Eggshell walks and...

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I walk the streets of heaven
all alone
blinded by the alabaster
GOLD
searching for the God
of endless names.
The streets are empty
under quarantine
the clouds all closed
no angels in the fluff.
While hell is flaming still
in merriment.
I wonder - was I chosen
or just sent?
There are no children here
they took a pass
refusing...

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With acrobatic locomotion 
hovering high above the ocean
the kingfisher hangs ready in the sky
to pounce upon his potential prey
waiting just below the waves
by releasing all his thrust 
into a dive. 

Splashing through the salty blue
foamy surface matter
catching what he came to find
as schools of moonfish...

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her kisses were glacial...honest
she devoured every star on which she rode
at times, amber spirits would peal the veneer
expose the pulp of her mind...scarred...
one night the shine sprinted from her grasp,
living dullened that wild horse stride...
she curled up in my heart palm, 
wilted and worn-like a...

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Better to be bold in battle
then benign in retreat!
No victory comes from actions prattle;
May honor be found in refusing defeat -

My vaults will not be breeched
by faults,
may we have a merry waltz
devoid of all unsavory salts,
this of you I have beseeched -

On this table we...

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Sanctuary breeched
Stole cube of ice you hold dear
Grasping your power

Season weakens you
Seething and stabbing my palm
Fighting against clutch

Ceded power now
Few months away, cold revenge 
encasing my world


*** These days we hold Ice dear, then winter comes and it's despised.

Adam Hapworth...

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Recline my love within the foam
upon the ocean’s skirt.
And, make a bridal bed for me
as days end we do court.

Adonis, he has blessed your form
Poseidon bless’d your lance
And thee has captured me my love
With nothing but a glance.

The pounding of the summer shore
the steamy mist...

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I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.

I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end of Xanadu.

My childhood innocense was gone
along with Camelot,
Pandora's box had...

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We talk with disdain of rats that leave
a sinking ship. In truth do vermin,
ingloriously called, feel they have
to leave their homes, secret places wherein
they secured their children, in cowardice?
Rather, deep within the ship they are close
to things that ensure strength, good service
to the ship and...

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The Dry Dispatches 

To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge,
No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, 
and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens,
as human bones hypnotize the dry dispatches.
No, I cannot sit here and continue to listen to you....

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laced with a goldensilver fleece,
lamented laboured listlessly luxurious 
	
augmented segmented and critically curious...

I'd save penchant face
for solving this human's race
only to relieve said diatribe
and give you my release...


A liquid aquarian
the 'good samaritan',
an ardorous cantamorous belafusal 
misconstrusial home run
Stan Musial

a San Frisco night
the ferry boat turns...

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Amidst the rushed ripples of life.
Something brushed darkness deep into his eyes.
Weeping violets, gentle blacks, wondrous blues.
A couple of almost stars danced like midnight dew.

yet...

Petals of light breeched the heavy pound of night.
Sparred with the sable sirens of doubt and death.
Struck them brutal- honest in...

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Day-223 “I Am Your Constitution”

In the wee hours of the night
There came a pounding on my door
Up from my bed I rose

Who’s that pounding on my door?
Why are you pounding on my door?

 Wake up! Wake up!  
It’s raining hard outside
And I, not a...

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Crystal, my flea bitten nuisance of a kitten, brought me a little token of affection tonight.
I deplore mice.
Even dead ones.
Filthy buggers.

But, there sat Crystal.  Mouse at her feet, mewing at me.  As if to say
"See, I love you, even if you are a...

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