Best Chronicling Poems

Once upon a stranger
A girl A well intentioned woman
With open and adorned soul
Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs,

Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles
In an unending sequence.
Yielded...

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As we touch...in the dark,
Our hands read...braille poetry,
Written by ardent goose bumps
...in great romantic sessions.

Chronicling our love,
In stanza after stanza.. 
...of passionate body poems,
filled with...

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22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them on the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into...

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From depths of magnified sleep, we'd exchange pleasantries;

elated temples inspired love romantically;

Creating colors

no other has

experienced

instrumentally.

We cast amid

purple sea,

our feet

distant from

jealousy; Our eyes,

our lips and our...

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What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a...

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Surrounded by heavy tomes 
Chronicling the history of 
   countless generations 
One can only feel a sense of 
    awe...

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Where does one find humour?

Everywhere one looks... at least I do

Others may not see it like me

But maybe I'm just built differently

I was blessed with...

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These poems I've been chronicling
Are for my children's sake
If I  die tomorrow
I want them to have the skills
to watch out for false love
That through...

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An outdoor scholar,
Chronicling nature’s truths.
Once rebelled against authority,
Way back in his youth.

With a love for soil,
He relocated to Tuscany.
Over by the mountains,
Of Lunigiana Italy.

A photographer...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our...

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Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths,
The dates were all times and seasons and there were little...

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In a dreamlike setting,
Illustrated with dark drab browns
And deep shades of gold, lightly shading 
A bursting clock.

Action is suspended,
In a cloud of broken clock pieces,
From...

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I remember every poem
Mental pencils scribble
Out in your honour as if they’re
Written on real not mental
Paper like the marks your 
Eyes leave on my soul
Moments...

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Fresh home from therapy,
     and resonate with zeal
tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n
     analogous to and pinion...

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It’s the study of our past, 
the entirety of events that made us who we’ve come to be…
but I’ve come to think we made a...

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