Best Conducted Poems

M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?

MH. Why yes I have!

M. Why the absence?

MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.

M. That...

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Conducted by the Hands that gave them voice
Sweet songs of evening soothe my weary soul.
Oh, how I love to hear the birds rejoice
As frogs and...

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               maybe
my works are only writes
   should poetry speak...

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In perfect rhythm
A gently flowing ballad
Perfect melody

Tugging at my heart
Softly lifting my spirit
Tickling my senses

A song of beauty
Calling to the universe
To maintain all life

Everlasting tune
Beckoning...

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Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
swaying
back 
and 
forth
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the...

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The garden curled around us as we sat beneath the stars,
In the silver shine of Venus and the rust red glow of Mars.
The brandy was...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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His parents' worst nightmare that left them disheartened
is the sad tragic tale of Dennis Lloyd Martin

On a family outing at Cades Cove park
Dennis, his brother...

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This sweet gentle sonnet is for Janet.
In whose garden I've sat for the last hour.
There is no better place on the planet
to capture the grace...

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I hear voices
high in the trees,
trilling from the shrubs
and on the breeze.
I hear voices
high in the sky,
that grow and fade
and finally die.

A non-conducted chorus,
yet oh...

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I was an environmental scientist, working with large wind farm developers,
To harness wind and generate electricity, as a plum sun flees, to tell others.

I worked...

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Snow is still falling as I enter the wooded trails.  The newly clothed trees rise as white fairytale beings in the wintry landscape. ...

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Getting lost in the wake of a beauty so exotic 
Warm balmy night promises speak from her beckoning eyes
Ensnaring themselves in a web of sultry...

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To God be the glory - great things he has done.



‘I am Eddie Rowlands, I became a Christian in 1985, at that time I also...

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The sand is stained red
with our bygone blood,
the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti,
a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain,
caravans of...

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