Best Complementing Poems

Shadow Play

While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania

Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows 
gathers...

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(An Addingham Poem)

Clashes of old tainted galvanised buckets
against the stone flags daily ring out across the manor farm yard,
profanity given proficiently if the swine catches Father off guard.
Lusty teats await emancipation of release ‘Friesians’ frolic in resolution,
‘Pete’ the old boss Bull awaits the dawning the...

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I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture

The beast  of  the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something  grip me here – oh fearfulness!

Now what...

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Shower of autumn leaves and acorns,
And rustling sound as I stroll.
Those mesmerising bubbles all-round,
As I dive in the pool.
And also, when, looking into his eyes,
Silently, I can walk thousand miles.

Yes! This is the poetry to me.
The power to see the unseen!

A lady dressed in pink,...

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body soul spirit*
my essence authored by God...
complementing yours

*1 Thessalonians 5:23 And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.

July 3, 2023
4th place, "A...

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I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams

the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color

complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving

see...

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Beauty is spoken of excluding beauty.
        We speak of poetry, apart from poetry.
       Total beauty does not exist, but do not accept ...
       Beauty is made...

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Only an inspired mortal such as I,
could feel the stimuli
synonymously woven in unison with the indigenous people,
who for centuries have inhabited this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’
Relating their verbal legends of old
complementing one’s majestic stance
here in the wilderness, a place where
the ancient Gods of Olympus would...

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If perfect means flawless, then a Perfect World
 is flawless too.
Persons would have to be the same
Frame of mind to have a Perfect World.
So that good things may circle around,
A Perfect World should exist in Collectivism;
Sharing All Things selflessly with wisdom.
Is this perfect enough for...

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Only inspired mortals can feel the stimuli
            synonymously woven within the indigenous people
                     ...

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I was born 6 lbs. 9 oz. with blond hair and blue eyes. 
I was also born gay
I am anorexic. 
And you would think people would ridicule me for this instead of me being gay.
 Surely they would see how unhealthy it was and see...

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My Cousin Chaos

What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment

I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where...

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Soul-are 

Is my soul conscious at this time?

No further question marks in asking
as the query is itself the answer
tentative and playful statement
of intent of letting go solutions
to a problem which is not

The conscious soul

There is an ‘is’ somewhere
out there in there and 
where they meet...

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Holograms and hieroglyphs

The whole weighs heavily
touched caressed lightly 
brushed on feather canvass
granite marble marvellous papyrus 
innocence rejuvenated
partial and impartial

Chiselled in and out
of comprehension angled
layered facets facts
subjective trueness 
ciphered and deciphered

Snow flakes teardrops
ink on paper hailing crystals
pastel rainbows thunderbolts
and blind pitch black darkness
tell the story weathered...

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Here we are again
still
remembering our fair share of mutually invested identity,
where dreams swim to fuse together,
DNA with RNA eco-wombs written across the heart of all four sacred seasons
of star song's tidally ebb and flowing moon rivers
ringing and singing and zinging through each living cell
remembering our...

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