Best Cavalcade Poems

It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect,...

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Laughing Atmospheres




It floats in the morning dew
Settles with diamonds
On cobwebs who
Catch dreams on their threads

The sensual quiet of dawn
Imbues
The grass blades are whispering
To the sifted...

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I AM, "THE POETESS"

The array of pigeons stampede upon soft blue-white bears
camping on the mountaintops. Stretching shadows 
across green fields, slowly depart when sun yawns...

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Steadfastly tethered
To an anchor of fortitude. My...
Resolve and faith often tested
Endlessly assailed, yet unbreakable
Never will I surrender to adversity, for...
God helps me thrive and persevere
Through...

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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal...

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The evening formed shivering sable remembrances
Of so many nights before just standing in the rain,
And moonlight flickered silently over sleeping streams
A trembling golden cavalcade with...

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She rides through the night in command of the darkness,
her crown encrusted with renegade stars;
all the forest bows to her regal commandments,
bound to her will...

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IMPRISONED     (collaboration)


by~  Jun-jun Villanueva

Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest...

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"Open Oceans"



Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys

praying
preying

hungry hearts
count the days 

wasting away
in all that preying 

for prayers 
to be answered

children become
strangers

reading 
strange words

finding 
themselves puzzled

genuflecting to a...

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It wouldn't be Christmas unless there's lots of snow,
Nor would it be Christmas without sprigs of mistletoe!
What would Christmas be without jolly old Saint Nick,
And...

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~There Was a Time~

There was a time when I would look
out over the azure glory of a Michigan lake,
or tear up from the umber-brown beauty
of...

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Palm Sunday

Shopping and hawking, 
purchasing and vending their wares; 
the observant noticed; 
the indifferent paid no mind; 
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their...

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It feels good to put the axe down and head in from the scrub
to spend a piece of time with mates on Fridays in the...

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Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without 
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain;...

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A silhouette cavalcade
Stretches back into the darkness
As the wind creates daunting figures to toy with my eyes
Moonlight gleams and caresses them
Basking the tree's in a...

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