Best Consisting Poems

In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache 
spinning through a sacred spiral in effervescence
they arise - in bare necessity 
and break the surface -

perceptions of prismatic potential
bending...

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Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours through a clock by the day,
Never sated, not content to find even love,
Buried deep inside the petals of a perfect...

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Despite the distance,
like moon and ocean,
I feel her close, but
touchless and tasteless.
Craving her comfort.
like a thief without
his precious treasure,
I yearn for one glimpse.
Tongue is silent, but
as spirits ignite,
'urges' call her name.
Her voice cools embers,
as souls dream to meet.
Soft tones of her heart
flutter so tranquil. 
Calmness...

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Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Together we danced to the music of the night,
but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye.
I could have danced all night, forever held you tight.

Together we danced to the music of the night.
I...

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I laugh but I want to cry
My heart is in so much pain
Like I'm about to just die 

I'm not ready to say bye
I need shelter from the rain
I laugh but I want to cry

Please God tell me why
Hurt runs through my veins
Like I'm about...

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Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved ones depart,
leaves holes in my heart,
as guns aren't coded,
when locked and loaded.
Those memory lanes,
flying paper planes,
despite grey storms,
we had strong...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped and sang the alphabet into life
our life, our joy, our phonetic rhapsody,
the consonants kicked and the syllables scrambled
a speedy scrimmage...

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Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon.
The houses of their parents did adjoin 
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow.
Would have married, but their parents forbid
Ardor in hearts of...

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A tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables. 
The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. 
The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the 
1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th lines as the 5th to 8th syllables.
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winsome
awesome 
fearsome
loathsome
man...

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The church we sought to find a home in no longer exist.
Our courage is strong, our future belongs to temptation consisting sin.

Woods cut and gathered with selfless labor shall provide us a ship.
This is where I realized that Noah was wrong let the story begin....

The...

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At first glance, I saw forever 
It was love at first sight 
You were so charming and clever

My life long endeavor 
While in your arms all was right
At first glance, I saw forever 

I would never leave you, never
That all changed that dreadful night
You were...

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Grace, God’s pleasure,
is His treasure,
in bold measure
beautiful grace.

Christ bore the dross
of worldly loss
upon His cross.
He took our place.

Accused of sham 
the great I Am  
our paschal Lamb
in love’s embrace.
	
When people grope
He is our hope,
the means to cope,
His body raised.

a rhupunt written 5 Dec 2014
A...

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From dead sands
a step was birthed
of stone ...
a carved staircase
leading down ... and deep.
Shovels bit,
whisks brushed,
cartouches
led on ...
November
twenty-six,
nineteen-twenty-two,
chisels breached an entrance
and ...
The Boy King arose!




~ 10th Place ~  in the "Yalto Poems Only" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.

( A "Yalto" is a...

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Rolling down the rooftop,
ruffling by my glass pane,
rippling on the sill like
rhyming sound of a cool
rapper's lyrics in a
rhythmic beat of a drum.
Rain is such a marvel!


08/13/2016

Note : For the contest (RAIN) by Eve Roper.
         *Placed First*
Form...

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Zero to a hundred
    Smoke between the ears
    An amygdala doing donuts
    Simply changing gears







*punch-drunk: Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy
  Punch Buggy: a game consisting of punching a person 
  when a VW Beetle is seen...

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