Best Brumous Poems

“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
  Is our destined end or way;
  But to act, that each to-morrow
  Find us farther than today.”
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Because I live, I am me, avid voice among the free,
Flexing freedom, defining contours...

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Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball hiding in the ember.

Wriggles out of the cocoon, 
in swirls...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and inside of my heart

Communing with a chromatic collage of endless...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and inside of my heart

Communing with a chromatic collage of endless...

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These are my bread crumbs,
scattered on the brumous trail 
should I ever turn around 
to view the path I've traveled 
and see only a myriad of trees.

These are my bread crumbs.
I drop them knowing full well they may be 
eaten by ravenous rodents and raccoons
who...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and inside of my heart

Communing with a chromatic collage of endless...

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Cold river, on slopes of winter
You flow.
As circle is running
Through creases and smiles,
In seasons festive,
Or cloudy days
Cold river, windy and brave
You drop.
Innocent claims,
Visions white
I am watching the snow falling
Pent in my prison,
Threatened by lies
I am choosing the wrong 
season
To lean on my soul.
Icy river, on...

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Earlier in the month but lately begun, 
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries 
Of most alabastrine snow, and that that which is blanketing 
All now, it was not present...

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“I fear these furtive brumous depths,” the aged sailor growled,
“‘Cause nestled ‘neath these noisome reefs creep creatures cursed and cowled.

They flounder thus and, seeped in brine, patrol the waxen sea,
And when it drains in years to come, will slue ‘cross land for me.”

My eyes fixed...

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I sit in solitude, with the moon as my light,
its fickle glow obscured by calico clouds.
The air feels heavy
as silence adds its weight to the brumous glume.
A bloated bullfrog croaks curses,
failing to attract an empathic ear.
And the blahs block the twinkling stars
upon this desolate riverbank;
as...

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You got your patsy finger 
pointing at me,
but what about your 
other three pointing back

I don’t have to be 
a math genius
to thumb my nose at that

Always trying to spittle throw 
the dung blame my way
Funny how it Pinocchio nose
blows back in your face

Foggy be...

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Seldom-spoken tastes and smells
Stir up moments poorly drawn,
Surface-summoned by the bells
From brumous elastic hope-sprung wells

Where each day's bucket is cast.
Let old pities prowl forlorn
In cold remembrances past,
Lurking there, mustard-bright, lost at last....

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brumous air transforms
into glistening jewels –
minus twenty-one...

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Invisibly Divisible

Like a vanishing vapor in the misty morn
Sheltered secretive solitudes that I have born
Within Isolated illusions from the worldly view
Reflected waves of light in the spectrum spew

You can not hear my wandering withering words
For all you hear are the battling bathing birds
You can not...

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There is a blurred brumous haze.
Afloat upon a invigorating mourning. 
Alive with the aroma of petrol and 
cigarette smoke.

The glass somewhat stained with a rich 
smoky grey. 
Raindrops like perspiration on a mother in childbirth. 
A broken window wiper beats a jungle beat. 
Across the...

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