Best Broadens Poems

You’re the finest man I have ever seen
You are handsome and strong
Virile
Full bodied
Beautiful to the eyes
Alluring to the hands
Your lips
Send messages
“Come and taste
And never thirst again”
Your eyes
Changing hues
Like the sea
The sky
In between
Iris pools where I love to swim
Liquid pleasures draw me
The depth….unfathomable
I dive deep
Deeper still
Till...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand at attention.
Families have again answered the call
to attend this festival,...

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Dancing vibrant hues
Blink in shades of blue
Peafowl, A majestic bird
Our nation's pride

Peacock -  Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!

Yellow sturdy physique
On glimpsing him, the forest shrieks
Bright black stripes on body regal
Stands the royal bengal tiger 

Tiger - Pride of India
Come, visit...

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A lone palm tree near the beach
Sometimes groping for something in sky
Some other time coming down on the ground
Seek frantically a lovely eye
Eyes do come but palm stays calm
On the beach smile bottles of rum

A lone river towards the ocean
Gazing above at the floating cloud...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm...

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I don't fear Betrayal, for it broadens my understanding on Trust.
I don't fear Enemies, for they were once Friends.
I don't fear Hate, for it is envy disguised as Love.
I don't fear Pain, for its unpleasant sensation gives me Pleasure.
I don't fear Hunger, for it is...

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While in course of writing
Some words appear spontaneously
We see a new face smiling
Though not meaningful literally 

Such suddenly cropped up medium
Of expressing our thoughts and music
We aptly call them idiom
That captures the shadow elusive

Only the other day in a composition
About the picture of loneliness
I wrote...

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PUNGENTLY POIGNANT (STRONG & EMOTIONAL)

I am from the Mississippi Delta where cotton use to grow.
	I am a codified bonified mind that way sets the flow.
When Hurricane Katrina hit, the vibes of so-called power were felt.
Crossing the Mississippi River was a manifold shown.

I went to the...

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Changing your priorities
broadens the width of your scope.
And you start searching your heart
for a faint glimmer of hope.

Luck leaps merrily along,
then makes a sharp reversal.
For life's not a Broadway play;
there's no script or rehearsal.

The beauty of Winter's white
leaves Autumn colors in doubt.
And when tears morph...

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Genetics and freaky things.
Reptilians and hybrid humans’ DNA.
A demonic blending of the past and the future present.
I say “future present” because it is here now and it is here to stay.
Forever. 
Forever until Armageddon when the LORD’S ARMY kicks satan’s ugly minons to the pits...

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Appreciation - Helps us value the loved ones around us.
Balance - Bring beauty to our souls. 
Conceptualization - Characterizes our world of complexities and simplicities.   
Delightfulness - Delivers diverse sweetness to our world and dreams.
Ecstasy - Excites our inner beings.
Fantasy - Forms our...

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A drop of sunshine broadens the ground and shines
like a coal upon the blazing street. And I am enjoying
the last of the wine which tastes as good as the
tree bark shoved into my heart.

The brown of the tearless eyes corrupt the message
swooshing from the lips....

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 Folded in cloth, her eyes did shine
Parabola shifted by pi, ‘the daughter is mine’
Said in front of others,
How did you feel inside?
Okay let’s make a confession
It was on mother’s guide.
 
The girl grew up,
As broadens a brook.
Papa followed Mama,
She had a beautiful look.
 
Mama...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 3

Politics’ the art of decrying nations
The national art’s how to prostitute Mother
Arming nations need no justifications

The People's Ego broadens shores of nations
Which provokes invasions by the Other
Politics’ the art of decrying nations

Tongking’s engulfed behind United Nations
You know whom...

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