Best Confidantes Poems

WHERE ARE YOU NOW?


Mascara pink lipstick ribbons and curls
Miniskirts no matter what the weather
We were teens two cheerful giggling schoolgirls
Enjoying bits of time spent together

A yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
We followed all the radio top hits
All night writing clandestine poetry
Spilling young hearts out...

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Why should I care,
     About Academics?
     School?
     Saying the same thing twice?
There be no reason, 
     To try in school,
         ...

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ROAD TO DAMASCUS

Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi drinking coffee with revolutionaries and revolutionaries in 
Aleppo cafe on his way to Damascus

Daughters eating NGOs, GMOs, condoms and twitter
Bullet...

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What you are to me, must you ask?
     Then let me say and say it well.
In the past, you once wore a mask,   
     a face of what I could not tell.  
Then, like...

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Reciting soliloquies to lonely cobbled aisles,
a fractured mind drifts within innocence.
Remembering long forgotten memories
with a chortle, echoed against the crawling mist.

Black BMW cruises the street,
hoping to pick up a war,
and as the train grinds to a halt
another truant steps from the merry-go-round.
Taking the helter-skelter to...

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Sequentially rendered, one by one said, 
How do I feel about my life’s thread?
In bed we talk about realities, fashion, 
And realise each of us has a passion. 

A love for the other, their ordinary times, 
Without any hesitation we search for crimes.
But not nosily,...

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Sixteen Minutes to Ten


At sixteen minutes to ten it ended
snapped like the film in a theater camera
fluttering images slapping the hypnotized
beating against the white light’s call.
An empty coldness crept into the being
slowing the heart, seizing the nerves,
the warmth of the core exhaled
in vain attempt to...

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I think my dorm room may have a ladybug infestation. You know why I think this? Because I am usually, when in my dorm room, surrounded by ladybugs. I go to sleep with them. I wake up with them. And at this point, they are...

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I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion

I swim in a sea of never before...

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In the quiet embrace of twilight.... 

the night fisherman stands at the edge of eternity. 

His silhouette, etched against the horizon, merges with the fading hues of day. 

The sea, a vast canvas of indigo and obsidian, cradles his hopes and memories.

His fishing rod, an...

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...inspired by 'With a Photograph to Zell'
   by Hart Crane.  


We scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh. 

Time and separation matter not,
our...

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...inspired by 'With a Photograph to Zell'
   by Hart Crane.  


We scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh. 

Time and separation matter not,
our...

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As corporate cogs go home for the day
Offices empty, regaining their still. 
Serene and reflective, sweeping away 
Janitor’s magic unfolds, if you will.

His footfalls echo as the dusk falls fast, 
Away from the noise, he’s working the night. 
Crucial starry role in a one man...

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Anchors Aweigh...

destination unknown
for this Earthling
stardate: February 26th, 2022

At sea since time immemorial
I relish being alone
upon oceanic expanse
yours truly doth bemoan
me gal Sal (one among
numerous female confidantes),
no matter, she easily
mistaken as a crone
magical powers keep
her manning far aloft drone
as surveillance hovers above me
(to intercept encrypted

communication maintained
courtesy...

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When God writes the story, His poetry is like music
Filled with blessings, warm and honest – sincere as the love He grants
When God sends the promise, His light frees the spirit
Leaving the shadows with assurance that His light quietly enchants
When God sings to the soul,...

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