Best Converged Poems

Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our cries, more passionate than any that have gone before

Part II

A...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I...

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On the eve of All Saints Day known as Halloween
We've a night where nothing is ever as it seems
 
Abraham, Martin and John hosted a grand ball
In heaven’s huge castle, a white marble town hall
 
Dancing and singing just like every other day
One old soul...

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The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's" fair hair,
Shed history's warm light to chase away all care .
From shadowed chambers where dark ravens shriek,
To hearthside tales that...

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With pen I write to thee, Elizabeth
Whose comments I have noticed notably
No words can describe inspirations width
That thou has given unto my poetry

When writers block crippled my mental thought
Your adoration for my poems emerged
And distant from the Soup feeling distraught
Your views and kind reviews calmly...

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Here I remain where my destiny pointed 
Followed the path with a twist at each turn
Long was the road that appeared ever changing
After these years you would think I could learn 

Safe in her arms feeling nothing could hurt me
Fingers entwined and her lips made...

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It was a dark wet night...rain over head..
Sheltered us close.....an umbrella red.
Breathing moonlight ....in your silent air.
My eyelids closed ..inside your hug and care.

The fragrance of water ...intoxicating wine.
I was drunken deep... in the fruit of your vine.
Soaking showers trickled...the transcending time .
Redundant words played......

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Walking through the streets of my home town 
Reaching for the  Memories of days long passed
Seeing nothing of what I once knew 
Accepting the fact 
That I can never go back
To the time when doors remained unlocked
And no one ever knocked
When a whole section...

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into the depths of the bell jar

In quiet solitude
    on an autumn night
    i drifted through
    a quotidian quagmire.

fleeting thoughts of stillness
    sparked a quest
    for transcendence
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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab perceived in flight
Miracles  and marvels  to rival ...

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Words dissolved like crystals on my tongue
Moisture filled my mouth, my jaws converged
City lights shimmered in the distance
Wings bashed the air, passed the yellow Moon,
Our footsteps slowly fell into synch 
And I wondered, what about your smile?
Busy bees were buzzing in my head
Inspiration came to...

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Three trains

 
	The first train was bereavement, in the cab the driver died
	pulling a coach of grieving souls, unknowing yet, inside
	The second train was unemployed and heading where it will
	no scheduled destination and so many miles to kill
	Third train was steaming in real fast, relationship...

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Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays 
Masterfully 
Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism 
Calculating many moves in advance, I played the game mercilessly 
Surrounding my opponents with a plethora of carefully crafted traps 
I...

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I woke in the backseat ‘cause sleeping is what I did - -
I hid when we had a many state, family vacation ride.
Daddy said that this time, we would drive straight thru five.

Mama’s hair back was smashed headrest flat cause Sis
pressed against her and they...

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There is no need for blades of steel.
Now, missiles and bombs do the job.
To warmongers that has appeal.
Man might someday be one big blob.

Yes.  Fighting commenced long ago.
It started with Able and Cain.
Cain killed with a rock, not a bow.
Continuous envy … insane!

There were...

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