Best Conceives Poems

Paint the world of words so bright

Brush the canvas with pure delight

Be the rainbow coming out of a storm

The sunrise of a beautiful morn


Paint the world as you would wish

For what is written expresses it

Hearts maybe black or blue

A bright smile colors I love you


Paint...

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Take away the frost of winter,
rid the land of biting snow,
then who would praise the warmth of August,
how could April rivers flow?

Hush the deafening crash of thunder,
dull the flash of lightning's thorn,
and who would feel the calm of silence,
when the still of dawn is born?

Sow...

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Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your imagination conceives
Be pleased, to afflict on someone else

Swallow your morals
Like...

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Embryo formed.
Fetus became.
A girl baby I am.

My creator I do not know.  Procreation states that ovum and sperm conceives.  My question is how does this evolve – from God?

We are told there are ninety-nine names given to the omnipotent.  Let us take...

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Creation energy in each atom glows.
Electron-bound sacred unity –
Thus, reverence for nature inside me grows
When I walk through rustling sheaves.
And I know in my heart power flows there,
In each cell throughout the trees –
And all the while I go with a smile,
Knowing joys that nature...

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She has the eyes of a lion and the smile of a fairy
She has the claws of a bear and the cuteness of a kitten
She unlocks secured caves of hearts
In silence she sings summoning mantras
In peace she wages war against the sun
In life she nurses...

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Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.

Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold me as if my body were clay.
Sculpting me to become...

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I ain't saying that life is hard, it's what you think, 
I ain't saying that friends last but enemies will always be around,
I ain't saying that love is a flower, it's filled with roses and thorns,
Your family shouldn't decide what you should do for yourself .
Politicians...

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That I am alive today
Is His grace I should exalt.
That I conceives thoughts
And am able to interprete them
Into words for minds to receive
Is another reason I think
He deserves my praise.

This new episode of my life
Is like a dream.
A dream that
Perhaps I know 
Where its starts
But...

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As the long, frigid winter comes to an end
She pictures a dress like none other- quite a vision!
A sundress in her favorite color of sky blue 
Made of softest blue chiffon with mixed patterns 
Held in place by strap-like sleeves, and finest pearls
And a fitting...

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SUMMER CALL OF LIGHTNING BUGS AND RAIN

At dusk of Spring, the lightning buzz of bugs.
The sinkhole drain of creeks, its bed - depressed.

What hell has issued this? Clouds, down the dugs!
The faded sky, blue dry, thus has oppressed.
Oh heaven come close, with manna wet hugs!

With...

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"If truth is stranger than fiction, you need to take a stroll inside my dreams!"- by me

Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Whole histories I need not hear.
But juicy tidbits I love well.
You can whisper them in my ear.

Books are a joy I love...

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I was an invaluable bank teller, loving peaceful life and daisy blue sky days,
Like yellow sun warming sweet seasons, inducing vibrant, natural displays.

I left for pleasant work every day, with a determined and practical purpose;
And I was happy in my job thoroughly, as colorful clowns...

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When a Man Loves a Woman


When a man loves a woman,  he believes
And frees his heart from being self-contained
To feel emotions in depth he conceives
With a lover's rush quietly restrained
In lonely corners of his soul's desire
He'll free the guarded wings of his heart
To allow...

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I am told the poetry's fine by some,
enjoyed perused that was their sum
and yet this flow.. Through mind and soul
I cannot own; not it's depth nor its Whole
no more than call my last breath back
it’s beyond the pale of life; for this wearied hack'
No eye...

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