Best Buffers Poems

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the...

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Lately I've been on flats, between heaven and hell
Who but the Almighty buffers me from lack

My stance is firm, I move with care
Not to tear or deplete what's left of me

As parents persevere, praying renewal of psyche
Grown children are puncturing precious time

You'd wonder why wise...

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There is a certain spot within my soul 
That craves an Autumn scene 
Before the Earth runs cold, 
And slippers Mother Nature 
In a wealth of bunny dust. 

A poet needs to sing of Spring, 
Once, before his book is closed; 
For all the best...

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You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness

Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated...

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Live loving light
See scented sights
Be blessing bright


Please pretty play
Mime moments may
Speak salient say


Alien aims ask
Treat toilsome task
Blooms brightly bask


Inspire in ink
Boom buffers brink
Live laughter links


Wear wisdom's wit
Bear broken bits
Feel flavours fit


Date defines day
Sort sordid say
Crush crimson clay


Feel flowing flesh
Daze dancing dress
Freeze fiery flash


Use unfurls urge
Smooth...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By way of prologue, the picture is indicative of a discovered...

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Ogling over an oval clock that is eight o’clock…I can help myself actually…
Being who I really wanted to be in life – I took an obsessive oath of anonymous substantial substance…
Slang words used to shatter me like thin and thick glass…shaking shrewishly and shimmering shamelessly…
Crazy...

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LONDON     JOURNEY    FASCINATION

First time on a mainline LNER   train  *
When you’re  five’s  a signal whistle
For six hours Kings Cross   to  Newcastle   **
Sightseeing.   Walk along platform to...

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Feel this and set into motion…
Fluid movement of loves power notion…
Do you ever ponder the purpose of the distracting thought commotion…?
Systematically planted in social evolution…
Socialism, individualism, materialism, egocentrism and consumerism all created spirit 
pollution…
Creating lust, greed, aggression, depression, suppression, oppression and corporate 
institutions… 
Religion, original...

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‘BLACK SHEEP DRAWBACK’

Discouraged, anxious and unsure—pitch black tarmacs start their war
Petrified, panicked and distressed—uncertainty cracks amidst unwelcomed guests
Dissociated and desensitised a perfect attack—as nervous disposition follows predictable tracks
Another prestigious black tie event—suites and shoes will seldom boycott consents

Perfected flair keeping companies in the black—elegantly formal...

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To be a Cubs fan is to be
the audience of a Greek Tragedy
Sweet is the pain as we pay admission 
To bow down in October submission
Leaving bitter taste through the winter
Clinging to the lofty dreams of a winner

Commiserate and complain in the offseason
Some even threaten...

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Crimson leaves, like rubies,
glisten with dew
in morning sunlight

A sea of red, expanding daily,
buffers the steps of early risers…
sneakers quickly wet 
from daily daybreak runs
Stretching out the clocks
agendas to meet
no time for fun

A strolling elder couple
enjoying the richness of the scene
realizing quickly that the view
beckons more...

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We beheld sun, moon, stars, because,
The Almighty buffers, like sensuous raft.

Only passion ushers us to spring,
The Almighty knows...

Multitude from natures' course, plucked
Rearranged like climate change,

Enough is enough! Eons ago we were the world
Evergreen, replenishing earth.

Now as then, solidarity reigns supreme, still,
We're so clean, so heaven...

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Exiled - Sentinel

How do I hate this job
let me count the waves
Poseidon’s icy blasts
torment of  seadog knaves

slashing at my heels
billowing candle snuffers
intent upon a darkness
denuded of all buffers.

Fear holds me frozen
awash amid the fury
victim of a crooked judge
and  trial without jury.

Clanging shackles bind...

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I need another doe-eyed Doña Lola,
a tungsten-hearted torturer of men.
I crave a further fling at love’s tombola,
to beard the lioness inside her den.

Of course, it always runs into the buffers:
their sex is unremitting, unforgiving:
but he is truly fortunate who suffers:
to be in love again –...

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