Best Britannica Poems

Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my...

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0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart

Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas
Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears
Could her poems have stopped flow of her falling tears?

Although we...

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Floating fluttering fleurs
are jewels in fuchsia and magenta
transmuting into taffy hue
with the kiss of dappled sunlight
like her cheeks that blush in pink
with his wondering wink.

The willows are stalactites 
seducing newly bloomed nympheas
slumbering in Egyptian blue water 
like her shaggy windswept hair
teasing her beloved's face
beneath the...

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Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You,
Sonnet Doubles

Aphrodite, princess of my romantic dreams
burning flames to my heart's inner desires
your beauty gifted, a poetic soul redeems
goddess of love, true love that never tires.

Underneath moon's golden rays and heavenly nights
we meet, in a...

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Dare We Bring Poe, Raven From Darken Grave
Renewed Poets Tribute Series
Second poet, Edgar Allen Poe

Hating blade yet they are so quick to cut
in glee at dark spilled blood, yet lack the guts
walking forth with halo's, prayers said in haste
may find dark verse is neither bad,...

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Dominion / Noun/sovereignty or control 

Rev 4 NIV









The Dilettante Diaries: "Dominion"



Something wicked this way comes
Can you not hear it banging on it’s drums?


March on sweet innocent
35 is just a number
take a seat on the bench
catch your breath
you think you know it all
you know nil
you know...

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“They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife”
        From “Indian Reservation” by Paul Revere and the Raiders


Oh, Beautiful Cherokee People (original title)

Oh, beautiful Cherokee people,
lovers...

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A PLACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL CONTEST
Sponsor: Janis Thompson

Mountains of Colorado 

On a mount up above towards the peak of the pike,
Sets the sun in the west way far up in the clear sky,
The blue and pink mixed within each other alike,
Snow-capped and white-laced wrapped lifted up...

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Endangered Trailblazing
                                  by Odin Roark

Astride his father’s shoulders,
Like a double decker bus,
There...

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“Sunflowers”



She planted the seeds
in their minds 
that perhaps 
something of beauty
could come from the bad time

could grow there
in their dead pockets
spreading like wildfire 
futile men in their beds of disarray
across the battlefields of Magog

Sunflowers

faces turned upwards
waving towards their God
silently saluting 
blue and gold
seeking the 1

to...

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"Birds of Prey"

flights of fancy
forget freedom
has its price

a dance of 
do or die

bluebirds 
in Sing Sing mode
learn to pray

just as owls
and eagles 
never surrender

a dance of 
do or die 

blue birds 
become phoenix
above the fray

lit by light 
carried on the back
of Frey



(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Lux Vitae.






"The...

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“Lost Pantheons” 

Alexandrine tragedies
Racine diamond-edged
come and go 
French letters 
blown like leaves
straight up 
into the rarefied air
scattered like lovers
against a body 
of purple vain poetry 
written invisible
on the skin of 
Miss Chance 
Cocteau
spoken with 
joie de vivre crisp
sharp apple-red lips 
painted over 
Comme des Garçons...

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“The Waiting” 

eyes close
the new chapter
picks us up 

we find ourselves
lost in the poetic dream
stranded in a desert 

a lifetime away from home
we are in the waiting place
writing words in the sand

they are blown away 
like each cortex in the brain 
just eternal time remains

the...

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the rapture 


Each story fell to the ground
feathers were collected
in the die-off different colours
prismed in the silver dust 
of moon eclipsing sun
the in-between time
where the sky parted
like torn curtains 
the Grimoire words
flew off the page
into the aether 
black keys fed
to speak golden spells 
bringing life...

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"Sitting with Koans" 

Zazen sits zafu'd in the zendo
with the poetic monkey minds
echoing the sound of two hands clapping
producing sound bites bitten like Botticelli reprising
polishing red apples for eating the shining

listen to the sound of one
sea shell borne leonine 
Venus swallowing the ocean
sugar and spice...

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