Best Conjure Up Poems

I think of those I knew who’ve passed
And what they’ve left behind,
Impressions that remain engraved
In caverns of my mind.

Perhaps just an expression
Or some laughter we once shared
Or a reaching-out connection
Where our truest selves were bared.

I conjure up some habits
That endeared or else annoyed
Which, for reasons...

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As Time unwinds with a cup of tea
Sipping fragrant steam of centuries
No rush to fluff the flattened sea

In the key of wind's piano notes
Strumming with hummingbirds' low float
And the whale's alto undercoat

Piecing a jigsaw silhouette
Of mountain sky, as eons set
Painting a desert river wet

Her comet's...

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The roller coaster leans

 into a sky the color death.

Alongside pines, it winds its broken way, 

gripping earth’s gray stubble.

In the moan of the wind, 

I conjure up the screams of children’s glee.


For the Sijo Contest of Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Now for Brian Strand's 'IMAGIST any...

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Dreams ~ Memories ~ Imagination ~ Poetry 

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I find that dreams are painted
on the inside of our minds
Watercolor images
of what we come to find

Flowing on the breezes
as they whisper softly low
Sending forth a message
of the things we're soon to know
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Memories are fashioned
of a once remembered...

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Each day as she gazes early morning sky
with sips of coffee and memories gone by,
horizon blushes like staring in lover's eyes,

just as she remembers when he sat next to her
in embrace of winds and rising orange glow
as birds flew over the shining meadows.

How hard it...

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As We Stroll Along Lanes Of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions

But if truth and light grace your soul
And a wisdom shields heart and mind,
You may in life hope for the best
As we stroll along lanes of truth, lies or convenient  illusions
And either we come...

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Writers! Writers!  Write what you know.
That's what they say, all the pro's.
Phooey on that gobbledygook.
I mean, get real, take a good look.

Let's say you have a great notion
To put words of a book in motion.
Want to write about real cowboys?
Means you can't come from...

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Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce

About this and that, about life and love

Watching a robin take its first flight

Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree

The sun coming out from behind the clouds

The gentle breeze blowing the leaves in fall

The gentle snow flakes softly falling...

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Once upon a time, R.E.D walked down a road of rhymes,
Then took a turn towards the "POET," who was well within his prime.
This POET had been blessed with a natural ability.
His verse had been dispersed with speed and agility.
But, down this road, R.E.D still decided...

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Wrapped round in swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright smiling face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.

Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.

She...

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HOT!

HOT!
Inspiration?
Low
Humidity?
High    very high
One really doesn’t feel like writing poetry
But what does one do on a hot    steaming day?
I’ll tell you what one does not do –
Work!
Oh it’s a day for invention
Conjure up something not too taxing on the brain
Even...

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A soft sentimental feel
Sitting before me in green
The colors are coming soon
The ones of fire
Those of eternal delight
And she will emanate
All the emotions therein
And I will possess
The greatest of these
Her love, of which grows
Towards my perfection
Within her light, and eyes
Of developmental sight
Only, but my own
Sees...

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When letters wait to pounce on a blank page,
when thoughts crowd the mind like frothing scum in a pond
I keep wondering what poetry is to me and to many

Is it not the language of the heart
with no intervention of gray matter
the unlocking of closed vaults
stirring...

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Because I want to, I conjure up
A gazillion of roses and butterflies
(From the tips of my fingers, the tears in my eyes
The love in my heart, the strong belief in magic)
Exploding all around us, and covering us while I say:
“For you, for me, for us...

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I read other people's poetry and I wonder to myself, 
Where do they conjure up their massive vocabulary?
The words I don't know, I write down; and I have quite a list.


Some of these English words, I know belong somewhere between here and Ireland, but maybe...

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