Best Chanted Poems

I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their...

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Streets of blood

She stood upon the terrace high
streets of blood below
The gate left open in the night,
a dark sky threatens snow

With swine and pearls running...

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A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is...

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I saw Nazis march yesterday
upon the streets of Charlottesville.
And, with swastikas on display,
crazed clansmen chanted blood will spill.

I saw Satan grinning with pride
at racial slurs...

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You wrap my name
In syllables of love
Passion tinged sound units
Caressed by the beauty of your voice
you leave me no choice
but to yield....

breathed into my ear
you...

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An angel whispers in my ear

A sound of sweet enchanted bliss,
an angel whispers in my ear
When echoes waft a tender kiss,
and of these words I...

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From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
 Third poet in my poet dedication series

Part One:
 
Curtain rises and we see as Raven's...

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She is sweet but psycho:
demons in her mind run wild at night,
refusing to let her see beyond grey circles,
that left her spiraling in panic
through perpetual...

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 I saw truant clouds wading through late evening sky. 
With sunset, they got dyed in varying shades,
Forming into configurations of differing shape and size!...

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Across the land, and in the wind, a way of life would end
Who could have known, when sons were born how deep the blood would...

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repentance again

old women kneel in pews
dotted about the shadowed church
black splotches they float
among the incense clouds.
faces waxen like the flicker candles
raised, softened, in the stained...

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There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag
who people called horrid, a witch and a hag
And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams
all...

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     "Dream Weaver Damsel"


in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills
a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills
amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn...

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Acquiesced amongst gypsy stardust,
      dance of aroused blissfulness 
 knees went weak mid a zealously flirtatious
   sunset, as...

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among umpteen passions 
which invade me 
day and night
how can I pick 
a single passion?

of late, poetry I discern 
as the prime passion 
raging in...

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