Best Cm Poems

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Beneath the arbor violet
where slumber calls her blooms
In stardust moments silently
as silken petals dream

Through woven vine of midnight lace
a’ peer this whispered eve
To gaze upon their beauty fair
illumined moonbeam eyes



“The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet
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CM For A Leader

There lies in him lots of practical wisdom in the thoughts of the Sarawak CM.....
He knows his mind and doing his best is far reaching as he administers...

The Chief Minister admits, in his own words, Sarawak has  lots of catching up...

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willows weep, for they know my pain;
               each branch, a worn tissue-
silent dawn awakes ‘fore the tree,
              ...

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Blessed be the hour when angels
shake my filth off their wings.
The night was a garden of eyes*.
Luckily, days are blind.

Mute with the sinful obsession,
deaf to the call of blood,
I look forward to the next night 
coming, burning with shame.


* “The Blue Bouquet” by Octavio Paz.

Philomela,...

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Beneath clay, roots widen their space
Nourishing  hallowed tree 
Which spreads into arms and fingers
Of  leafage and bounty--
It listens as folks tell secrets
Its wisdom, a comfort
From nature’s delicate instinct
Shading man from harsh life.


Contest: Choose An Octavio Paz Line
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Aug 24, 2019
L2. “There, within,...

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I  trip among  sewage of lanes,
Vacant parks, garbage junk
Reveal  this aimless wayfaring
Arrogance tagged as pride—

Drunk on caprice, humans become
Wares used  for amusement.
Now emptiness haunts me alive
An existence,  rotting.


Choose An Octavio Paz Line 
For contest--Nette Onclaud
Aug 22, 2019
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Your face that night matched the brilliance
of the light from the moon
shining down on the rose garden
of our first rendezvous.

The flowers all around us blushed
to see our lustful kiss,
and  their hundreds of eyes beheld
your radiant beauty.

Aug. 27, 2019
Contest: 'CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE' 
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You, Czeslaw,
like a brook of the earth,
welling up to the skies and more,
swelling up even to the sun and the stars
and all unknown, uncounted galaxies
and more, more than we can yet know
or ever will, till in timeless space
we dwell in a place where
our tears mingle...

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A Thousand Eyes

The garden has a thousand eyes
exposing flora’s kin
with choices that the bee has made
increasing pollen’s hive

The foliage overlooks its hues
with colors that descry
the massive image painted wild
discerning rainbows schemes

Choose an Octavio Paz Line
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Poetry Contest
August 22, 2019
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Night Moves

The midnight sky is indigo
as insects serenade
and signal out a mating call
with night vision so keen.

A rhinestone tiara of stars
illuminates heaven
so that angels may see children
innocently asleep.

1. The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet


8/23/19

CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE Poetry Contest
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The fragrance of a body swells
Like wafts from an orchard--
I caress her rich plum blossoms
And laying under stars
We inhabit each other’s core
Gazing at paradise--
On our twentieth greens of life
She remains my heartmate.


Choose An Octavio Paz Line , Nette Onclaud Contest
23rd August 2019
1. "The night was...

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Past the house I once longed about

With naughty kids giggling -

These, forgotten in city’s race

An intoxication

Where power play consumed my time

That true kinship-- I lost.



Nette Onclaud Contest
Choose An Octavio Paz Line
27th August 2019
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Chants Of The Palm Fruit Eaters--CM

I ate the palm fruits midst, my folks,
Delight in sounds we made.
The gourd chants to our ancestors,
It binds our souls with theirs.

I delight, despite echoes, bounce,
Midst, the palm fruits, eats I.
Of gourd chants to our ancestors,
Sits quietude, but I.

“… an...

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Within heart and soul . . .  is a tree,
   and each branch the drama;
the history of my    landscape,
          the branches . . . . my road map.

I travel to...

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I dream a mighty oak standing
     Acorn speaks miracles

And within my vibrant pulsing
    Silent heart listens true



 CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE Poetry Contest
# 2. “There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks” – The Tree Within

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