Best Centred Poems

Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.  
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.  
The kid came...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded...

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Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)

Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent...

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Those were my green and salad days, 
a time of innocence and play, where
marbles shone like pearls and 
every trinket was a treasure. 
The world...

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Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "Baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred...

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Earth element

Driven by instincts feral
Self-centred stance
An animal in human form
Gravity pulled me down

Material possessions
I seized by any means
Territorial behavior
In an imaginary cage

Yet in this density
In...

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SONNET FOR LOS CAMPITOS TEAM
Orinoco flow to Andean peaks, the nation
Protests the chaos suffering and pain
Yet once more you young pilgrims made migration
To this distant...

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Again
I am 
a ticking bomb waiting to go off 
my head filled with so many instabilities, 
it’s like I have a shellshocked army in my...

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Our countenance, mirroring heart vibrant
Elixirous in the bliss joy current 
Outer form, reflecting our radiance
In sync with subtle voice of our conscience 
Mindful eye, to...

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I love the word Anchored
The strength it beholds
Steadfast, secure
Guaranteed and bold

A word with definite intent
Controlled and assured
Determined and decided
Without lines being blurred

A word that evokes...

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Sitting quietly, breathing in and out
Centred presence feels blissful and complete
Bliss strobes within let out a silent shout
Our vaporised self’s awash at God's feet

Time ticks...

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I do so love harvest thanksgiving, 
That time of year which celebrates agriculture, 
When church flips from being god-centred, 
To remembering farmers and good food...

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I’m here, in this terror.
 Blood, blood puddles everywhere
like after a demonic storm of rain, but instead it’s human red liquid .
Splattering,
leaking and escaping.  
More...

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