Best Consign Poems

A crystal lattice so Devine
Slowly falling on earth supine
Surely we now must redefine
Our place in nature so sublime

Such elegant beauty a shrine
A crystal lattice so...

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You crush to dust, my walls to see, the measure of my cold ennui,

      Though I, a dilettante supreme, am...

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Joe Biden now rules our White House
Together with his 'doctor' spouse.
   His blunders, for sure-
   We have to endure;
To caring, he...

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Remote within the piney wood
so far away from nearest ear,
and out of reach for one to hear
a tree lies still where it once stood.
As it...

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The master of my wolves was so trusty
and so very good at his job,
without him my pack, unmentored,
would have run wild, but they never did,
my...

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Wake up every day, give thanks to the Lord
  An expression of gratitude you can surely afford

Then take a minute, just a minute, to...

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WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST

Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Five

The Monseigneur knew that they must be successful in this venture as the “Lord’s Madmen”...

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Mankind, you're so proud and tall
You really think you know it all
And once you had discovered fire
to such great heights you did aspire

Once, gladly, of...

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The gods must be crazy to create such bad logic, 
To validate suffering, pain and distress, they tick,
To allow their existence, ‘cos that’s what logic’s...

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Another trash bin filled with food
Reminding me of Society's strange paradox
Of how we gluttonously consume
And yet waste so much.
Ripping morcles from famished mouthes
Only to discover...

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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called...

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The Mourning Morning 100 and 50 Years On

Robert Graves lies in Wilfried Owen’s grave ponders the War
to end all Wars that continue  with nothing...

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I’m all out for In, Boys, I’m all out for In
I’ll not consign dear Europe to the bonfire or the bin
We’ve fought too many flippin’...

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'Music and Women'


 Music is furniture

 A subtle presence to detain silence's torture

 The best piece being the understated overture.


 Women begin to inflict me

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