Best Circulating Poems

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*LIFE,  WHAT A RUSH*

Silence needs to be spoken and put out like a cigarette
The joy - the laughter - the expression found in a silhouette
Inhale the wholesomeness   -   Exhale the worthiness. 
The soul- addicted to all the toxins this world...

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freedom lies with a shattered grace
stumbling toward atomic mythology
where answers have their sins washed
brilliantly bright as suns dyeing skin off-
colors of rumors circulating planets
of the universe pulled headlong into a night
-mare riding tattooed and complaining
about recollections of severed ghosts
(hiding in a ball of fear minds...

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What do you own? anything at all?
In reality nothing is owned neither big nor small 
The items you cherish and think are yours 
Are really just loaners for as long as life endures
You can take nothing with you of course that's obvious
Possessions have their own...

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A few have claimed to be the real Billy the Kid, but I doubt very much that to be so.
It seems that similar rumors are now circulating regarding the death of Timothy Treadwell.
Many now claim that he staged his death to raise funds for the...

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It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was,  I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds...

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Black is my ink
Black my pain
Dark must be thoughts now
Dense this tress must be
Night has anyway put on
A sketch of my darker lines
How shall now I write 
A poem of my darkness amidst black night
This ink too has submerged its blood
Like my thin ink
Circulating in...

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These are the days, yet so many are gone
Filled with sorrow, like an engraved image
Of a broken winged bird on the lawn
Days consumed by dark, when light was rare
My heart like a boulder weighing me down
Past memories lurking, in darkness, glare
With no resolution, a ghost...

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Rejuvenating world 
A sun of orange, yellow, and red.
Blue bird tree, ebony swirled
Artist clearly has creative head

Exhilarating magic
Whimsical ideas profound
Spiral snow fantastic
Appreciation all around

Circulating in my head
Visions of pure whimsy
Delicate colors, clearly fed
Artwork anything but flimsy

Rejuvenating world
Makes my soul want to sing
My dendrites clearly twirled
Magic...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint purifies blocked noses,
Patchouli the meditative, it does sell,

Orange oil refreshing,...

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Porridge is ploppy' broth is real thin.. 
However this true 'soup of poetry' fills things up to the brim..
I'll admit its sometimes murky... yet its flavours real strong...'
its long on warm welcomes to whoever jumps in'
It can be hot at the bottom and bubbly on...

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Double Set Up


The first lump was the scariest in 1983.
 I had found it in the shower.
 Two other major surgeries I've already had that very year.
 I was thirty three.
 A mammogram back then was so different.
 I remember a round cylinder with a...

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it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun

but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and read just as one

such are the worlds
of rhyme but no reason
that question the answers
we thought we once had

and such are...

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Words – The Heart of Imagination – My original poem

The element of words I compose 
Forming in my mind with imagination
Becoming one with the emotions of my heart 
My language of variant forms

Even with the smallest utterance
I can give you my promise and assurance
And as...

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For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue, 
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.   

Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed, 
Short as the breath of some insectoid, bent on lustful satisfaction. 

Are you...

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