Best Clamorous Poems

I rise at the center of...
Is it a room? This is a face.
There is motion, too fast, too clamorous.
Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift
into my field...

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Sullen would be onset of grey, indivisible-dawning;
Soon, lifting mist dissipating beneath the brae.
Comes then a gentle heat arising with the morning...
Thus the remaking of another...

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Hold still and be quiet as water while you search for  thoughts inside 
shine like the stars sparkle like the sun but in this...

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IN GOOD CONSCIENCE


Heavily tread, are those small fractious steps
On the stairs to my own peace of mind
The sound of transgressions that I'd rather forget
is the...

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The lemurs perched on branches,
Fluffy tails all hanging down;
Their faces looked like rubber
And their fur was russet brown.

There might have been a dozen
In this part...

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Silence swarming with noise
Sounds blasting, like a war
Penetrating proof of the clamorous
Blare, blaze, flaming craze
Hues of doubt pouring out on the calm
Darkness sinking into the...

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My conscience came to a clearing,
Freed from clamorous cacophony
Of criers, critics, and claimants
  That commonly carp at me.

Calm, cool contemplation
Called out its care and...

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Piece of calm
In this
World of chaos
Breath of relief
While grasping
For a single gulp
Of air
The grounded green of
Spring
Of hope rising
Of life reborn
To the burning passions
Of the flame
Full...

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Sleep lifted its gossamer veil from my eyes this morn
before dawn's roseate beams of light had been born.
Silence reigned as the world around me still...

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A clamorous stream of jar fly voices punctuates the dusky air,
their timbale orchestra madly vibrating raucous sound.
Hand brushing hand, we stand in the garden’s waning...

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Below is a quote written by one of my favorite authors Rod McKuen. He has been one of my greatest inspirations and his book "Listen...

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THE CITY

a respite
an evening silence
all objects quiet
yet this clamorous echo
fills my head


the city
with everything to do
lots of excitement
but here am i
atop my quiet mountain


i’m a...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes...

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Long ago,the guinea fowls congregated 
Clourfully and innumerably 
And sang sweet songs 
And played in the savanah
They sang for the for the antelopes 
To leap...

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Africa, can rise.
But that is only if we are ready to fight.
And to end our plight,
Our weakness should come to light. 
But Africans think is...

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