Best Chronicle Poems

"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers"



Lionheart, kindred spirit, my dear Confederate Ghost,
Golden Light emits clandestine hearts’ swinging lanterns. 
Tis shadow play on love struck phantoms -
Pendulum incense imprints the air, 
"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers". 


Breathe into each other intoxicating Passionflowers,
they walk naked through some enchanted...

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A fine mist, hovers close to the ground,
But it cannot be a fog.

It cannot be, it's a hundred and three,
This is desert, not a bog.

Strain as I may, I still cannot see,
The earth, that lies beneath.

Until a man, comes into view,
He gently sets a wreath.

My...

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While men worked hard until the barn was built,
the womenfolk were gathered for a bee.
They pieced together patches for a quilt
and chatted with the new bride happily.

Upon this handmade quilt were babies laid,
and eldest daughters passed the heirloom down.
That barn became the place where children...

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A mind of plane mirrors reflects rays of goodness.
It is weightless and indeed stainless,
in it right has a huge castle decorated in flowers of deeds,
roofed in kindness and painted in honesty.

Corruption knows it’s a waste of time
when it comes with its convincing lips and encroaching...

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Let X be the percentage you need to find 
When from Z you achieved Y of a kind 
The Y is a source for your calculation 
Now match Y and Z for a relation 
If Y is to Z is what you indeed know 
Then...

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Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past
Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole
Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being
Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition to mind's hatch 
The murky dross of yesterday's sins seeps deep...

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Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance
Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance
Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance
Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance
Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance
Bartering for a brokered,...

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Lissome blossom, 
Look that shook,
Exchange on a long range,
Embrace with grace,
Kiss as if a bliss,
Infection of affection,
Dove like love,
Life without strife,
Material as well as immaterial,
Its flow sweet slow,
Rare care,
Together with no bother,
Understanding outstanding,
Happy and zappy,
They lived sipping nectar forever....

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed...

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DOWN BY THE RIVER
reflections
ever changing 
ever changing
reflections
IN MY GARDEN
I think, 
day dream I suppose..
thoughts drift in as images...
In this quiet 
I am so alone ...
....then I pick up a pen
MID SUMMER DAY
asleep,dreaming 
imagination takes hold
its wings await...
EVOLUTION
a caterpillar on the Spirea...
...later
a chrysalis becomes a butterfly
SUNSHINE
Today...

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed...

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed...

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life was presented
And all that it received;
A life placed on the balance
Of all that it achieved.

A Chronicle was written
Of all that was said and done;
And all the works were tested
And measured against the One.

The pages showed an image
Of the residue of love;
The image took on...

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the class
   of summer fifty five
left to ply
   their business lives

the office     partners just two
pens   pencils nearly-new

clerking the lowest
                of...

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    There sat in opulent xanadu, the 
 demagogue of empirical hedonism, 
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:

gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion, 
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism. 

The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York,...

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