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...

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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...

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THE POET’S PANEGYRIC

“There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed
and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached
This poet sought inspiration from the living and...

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Freedom
We are off the chain, 
But we let up the rein. 
Endurance flows through our veins, 
But we still live in pain and disdain. 

We...

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in the lonely fields of poems past I roam
and linger on the fragrant flowers sweet
the comments left all decorate this "home"
where all is love, and...

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So, what is the best theme for
a poem?  No guarded secret, all themes --  
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed 
destination or...

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Write Me
                your ballad of beliefs
    ...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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I grew up in rows of houses ending in graveyards,
where six feet of dirt covered
the mound of my existence
and failure arched every single doorway.

Depression draped...

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TEMPEST

Twin limestone tors thrust up through valley floor
Like isles or icebergs in a calm flat sea
Deep green save where shear rock can hold no spore
To...

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"Revolutions"




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We are all for the Fall
in the seasons of His hands
where He pulls in the strings 
of all His puppets 
calling in cold legions 
in...

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"Dark-heaving . . . boundless, endless,  and sublime . . ."
Lord Byron 1788-1824
_____________________

I am the wordsmith, guide and editor of this narrative,
this epic chronicle...

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Dear Diary


Do you have room in here…room to spare?
Within the archives of my thoughts and desires
To listen patiently once more
Are you too weary or tired
To...

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Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…

Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject...

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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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