Best Cadences Poems

Night fell,
Summer’s heat abating,
I sat leaning against a tall magnolia,
Its fragrance spreading everywhere
Like echoes of whispering breezes.
Despite all I could not rest and sleep.

The moon and stars were invisible now,
But darkness could not cover the glade.
Fireflies flittered here and there, glowing.
I was mesmerised by the...

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This is too complex; i mean the throbbing  wound 
grating my belly on a dappled day, a day 
breathing of tender winds and violins. Perhaps, 
the strains of notes shuttle me back 
to my grandfather’s library sitting on books 
and archaic telescopes. Here, we...

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As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.

As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history...

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(for The Beloved and in honor of Arthur Rimbaud)

… the magnolias are far away – still, I sing, begging
them for bridges to
brood with stanzas of butterflies
in the suffocation around and
heat mocking the sea where once we walked the shore
beneath the cruel commas of hawks
showering seraphimic...

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  I AM POETRY 

‘In the Beginning
was the Word’
light penetrated dark
sound big-banged birthed
three in One creating
~ P o e t r y ~
I am this poised superlative 
unchanging yet exotically emitting 
all that changes 

I am Poetry
fruit of my desires 
dropping when fully ripened
as...

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For Fiona Meyrick, poet and musician; a Petrarchan sonnet

Fiona, in the silence of the night
Sings songs of sorrow soft in minor key
That sigh above all formal melody
In cadences that dance like birds in flight
She rests within the dark, composing light
In subtle shades of sweet philosophy
Transposing...

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Villanelle: Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear

Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear
Words which sound to native English speakers as gibberish
Does received pronunciation yoke the borrowed voices’ ear

The poet hears a voice probably his own loud and clear
As he scribbles...

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In the first grey light of dawn, a young woman begins the morning song.
The simple cadences of her song are as tranquil and liquid as the monsoon rain, 
Trickling down the broad leaves in her mother’s garden.
The steady drumming on the veranda roof echoes her...

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Since the rain graced our little creek,
Running whooshing liquid fills crevices
Of rocks, pebbles then babbles squeak.
Racing surging constantly balances

Cadences of rhythm causes gurlging.
The poetic quality calms relaxes.
Lapping kisses caress stones~no pounding.
Calming tranquil scene heart rhythm fixes.

Ameliorate health; opens wide heart
To nature_ and wonder of soothing
Sounds~creek's...

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In his book, "Out of my life and thought" Albert Schweitzer recalls
the afternoon in a boat at Lambarene, where he first conceived
his guiding philosophy, "Reverence for Life".  The staggering
implications of such a seemingly innocuous generality still
confront us today...and perhaps more than ever with recent
discoveries...

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Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cuddles and caresses,

Lives my son, 

Where rapid is the rise of the sun, where the sun is remiss to rest.
Where he is surmounting over all tides and tempest, searing snares and savoring success.
Where the winds herald...

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Chest on bosoms tightly pressed,
As waists  meet in dance of heat
To flare lust of evening’s touch---
Silhouettes cast dizzy frames
Burning pores from tango’s whip;
And quivers of motion rise
With abandoned cadences.



RHOMA EM
nette onclaud---Silhouette Of A Heptagonet
9 Nov 2014...

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Mom's back a crack to caulk
can't knock it in, until it's knocked
them dogs on down the sidewalk
keep on goin', no time for thought

there's rhymes to run
there's cadences to call
there's favors to sun
there's lawns to sprawl

Molly cries aloud the rules
jump a crack 'n' chalk a skip
sneakered...

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I fell this morning-
Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings
Kissing the distance of sanity 
Defying gravity 
Levitating toward the inevitable 

Plunging into the comfort of solace fed into my spirit as joy becomes mine 
Shoulders lightened 
Released the burdens.
Unclogged empty spaces looking to fill lonesome...

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In slumbering slope they lay, 
their gaiety snores in rhythmic peaks of cadences,
The lily livered japes 
Kings from central castings,
Heroes of one hour, 
jostling  for President with mere words      
Resigned  to bed now, save one. 
Cowards, afraid of...

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