Best Congeals Poems

It hovers here, a moon opaque,
obscuring mountain trails I take.
No other living things appear.
A moon opaque. . . It hovers here.

I follow on along a ledge;
below a swirling river’s edge.
In front of me, the canyon’s yawn.
Along a ledge, I follow on.

I see no hue when...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate
a graceful gel, gently thickened,
so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound,
has begun…

in sensitive silences, the shadows echo the fear,
felt by a heart who knows the starkness, the darkness,
will never drive out the hurt, despite the silhouettes,...

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In desert that is poor and dull
On soil that is scorched with fire
The Upas-tree stands as a hull
as guard who's one who knows no tire.

The prairie's nature had a thirst
begetting Him in day of fury,
It filled dead green of branches first,
It poisoned roots these give...

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When I cannot tell you how I feel
When I want to see you ,not  to speak,
I talk about the weather like a  fool

Sometimes when I’m tired I feel unreal
Or life seems lost and  meaning seems to leak
Then I  can not ...

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In twenty years , I'm sure I shall not be.
Were I to tell my age you would agree.
And if by some small chance I'm still alive,
The curious and hopeful would arrive
At my front door in droves to question me
Or to just to gawk and try...

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Rainter! O my Rainter! What are you, Rainter?
Are you a new season tinted by holy painter?
Rain is falling hard even in this freezing winter,
Everywhere disgust roams like a lonely hunter.

The winter rain congeals brains, soaks hearts,
With its two ice-cold hands and crying eyes.
Nature is camouflaging...

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I should have ignored the golden deacon
Promising smiles and freedom from hunger
Said ‘No’ to egg sandwiches and bacon
Delicious smell on fingers does linger

The perfect salty, crispy golden fries
With preservatives, chemicals galore
Cannot cook like them in a million tries
Kids don’t like home cooked flavor anymore.

Charming kids...

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He slowly sips every drop whilst he dissects the morning news
Coagulating cream congeals in his china cup
Coffee coloured rings form with every sip
If the cup was a tree I could tell its age

Written from observing a local man in our local coffee shop
He sits for...

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I tell you that love happened first,
In order
In that order— which is to be opened,
Flayed the heart that at first flinched 
When the soul would blench at the sound of your voice 
That once was love, turned destroyer,
You ask me if it was the chicken...

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A lean figure, bearing love 
Burdened by a need for belonging
Starved by abandonment and disregard
With eyes of plea that look upon man
Rejection's curse; an unmet gaze.

The cold, the toll
An attempt to live diminished by ignorance
Loyalty pledged, discarded by the heartless
A tale of sorrow; a tail...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting said theme
downplayed now as thoughts blare,

though similarly filched content
(pertaining to...

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This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife

I mull mortality 
thru lens crafted occipital orbs
regarding a better future
experience sing a space oddity – 
whar incessant yaks
exuding a big hurt
emanate as cosmic atomic 
bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax
during a foggy day in London town
despite current requisite vacs  ...

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Four walls bind me in time
four directions set me free from all
the eventual has yet to show its face
the countess of time married my past
and for the first time I see my future
the four elements lift me homeward bound
as the joy wells up in me...

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Twixt Spring and Summer time,
Warm air congeals the cool and draws a line.
Far across the waters, farther than eyes can see,
Warm winds begin to dance with the currents of the sea.
Hurricane season lurks just ahead,
and WE wait, hoping for nothing that dreads.
Each season and region...

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