Best Call Forth Poems

The bells call forth from mighty tower keeps 
To herald passing souls from here to there 
The orange sun upon the hilltop creeps 
It crucifies night's cold and blind despair

And light of day itself may also bluff  
The flower blooms and will too soon...

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Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history

Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may...

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Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean

Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest

O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting the present poésie 
Rimbaud’s Lettres du Voyant appear
of painful yesterday’s...

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In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell,
Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these
Optical delusions, the natives say creatures hide amongst these
Rocky snow covered hills, and they call forth the power of the
Alpine peaks for...

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What moves us to believe is not the fact that revealed truths 
Appear as true and intelligible in the light of our natural reason
We believe because the authority of Eternal God Himself who reveals them
Who can neither deceive nor be deceived
So that the submission of...

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Sixty plus, and counting,
Still running from my life:
Child, athlete, writer, warrior
Master Teacher, mother, wife.
Still pondering the age old question,
"Who am I?"

Am I what I do?  What I have?  Where I work?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Who looks out longingly
from my tired, tear washed...

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Life tells a story, but who does write?
Is it “I” that “I” must fight?

Does the Redwood tree grow on its own?
Does it call water down from the throne?

Does the mountain adorn herself?
Do the books climb upon the shelf?

Does the ocean call forth the wave?
And in...

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I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
You are the morning
Virgin ripe like the full bunch Benin banana
Crystal clear like the revered coastal river
Bright and bold as the Bantu warriors
Resplendent with the radiance of the sun
at first peep from the ozone horizon
you are the one
who shines out my...

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Populated land of plenty
Yet hearts brimming with sin,
Dishonourable thoughts, unwholesome deeds
Blessings, provision, no gratitude thereof
The young mirrored such ways
Distaste all around, high and low, near and far
Preoccupied souls, distractions abound
Within such surroundings, righteousness remained
The remembrance of Noah, a passing of days, instructions foretold
An unfolding promise,...

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i want to travel the world with you
show you places that you have never seen
give you a reason to let loose
if just a bit, so step out of that routine
close your eyes, imagine the world whole
see the places yet to be discovered
the places only few...

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Observer of the skies, I thrill to see
a puppy cloud stretch out to dragon length,
a shapeless mass become a well-formed heart,
or pastel puffs become an ice cream cone. 
These sights call forth my best old memories
of playing with my dog and summer treats, 
of how...

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Bring the ocean to the forest where flames lick the dead. 
Banish hot scalding lava with a surging polar flow.
Tug the mountain from its roots. Shove it onto the wet earth,
ordered to suck the torrent and spew it into the sea.
Pour cement on the headland,...

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I am an ugly duckling in a world of unblemished snowy swans
Whose long necks only serve to further the height from which they look down upon me.
They have picked me clean of feathers, and I am ashamed of the scarred carcass beneath.

I am a toy,...

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For what is the nature of the beast
That comes with fiery breath to steal the feast
And then, upon the morrow, floods the fields
Thus rotting on the vines what summer yields

And yet with gentle tones, A subtle breeze
Can fill our hearts with joy and make us...

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