Best Crucibles Poems

Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring,
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring

After staying torpid inside for long,
At a time I expected it the least
Timidly came out...

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Reformations amities amid poetics tour de force overture within, virtuoso's....

Fatalisms exuberant pas de deux; foreordained this ballet in exquisites verse

To cross dimensions of spatial extent; the new promised frontier?!

Paragons quintessential interludes gracing the paramouric stages

Amid divinities design a birth, borne upon the canvas of touchstone...

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A diaphanous mist hangs over me
Blurring my thoughts and fancy
Or is it that my Muses have gone into lazy slumber?

Whatever thoughts I have, they come fragmented and scrambled
In no way I can piece them into a string
As I try to nest them together, they wheel...

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I hate it although that's my side story. 
The breaking of the chains
The knitting of myself on the ground
The subjection to the crucibles of questions:
Of what reason should my going be?

Oh my good home!
The love of my homeland
The love of my brothers and sisters
The friendship...

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What of...A Pearl? 5-30-24
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Pearl

Born from irritation
Errant seed, like a pebble in a sandal,
Rubbing raw the soft heart in bruises
Lustrous armor built around crumbs of discontent -
A resume of overcoming ravished wounds
From a jagged invasion to round perfection. 

A sly annoyance, nurtured,
Grows into heroic neon hues
Of...

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My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim whose nomadic days are o'er

I did not come saturated like a tree
Behind whose walls the incessant engines hum
Cracking water on...

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The Devil sits there playing, he’s as happy as he can be
He has a new game to play, he rubs his fiery hands in glee
Down in the bowels of the earth, the deepest hottest spot
Where white magma burns, he collects it, in his devilish crock.

He...

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When all around is torn by strife,
woes without end beset your life.
When peace is but a dismal dream
a wistful wish or so it seems.

How can the soul in such a state
find peace when trials fill its plate?
The words of saint Paul provide clues
to those who...

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Judgement’s fine line runs betwixt Prudentia’s
Right and Left hands. In her right, the mirror
Offers serious reflection on life
Lessons learned in crucibles of choice --
Wisdom bridles rash reactive impulse.
But in her left is the serpent coil’d,
Hissing, intimidating, strike ready
With venom of conscience paralysis.
Counting the cost, thinking...

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From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived,
traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread. 
Every one word building lifetimes; 
bonded mud of bricks to house 
our broken bags of trailing flesh.
We will hold each others heart, 
we will hold each others head up high.
Better...

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Our oath is our soul keeping 
our joys are from smoking and drinking,
from the cannabis we cultivate a seeing
a laughter from the suffering 
a tear for the living memory
from the raw uncut winery 
We feel the flesh more keenly,
our trophies include skull cap revelry
imbibing the...

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Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.

Voyaging to the edge of universe
In explorations for hidden girth
The silent tangents explored
Where the universe still expands
To accommodate all the reveries.

Gathering ephemeral images in fold
Carrying wings of the cosmic form
Touching the butts of the metallic
For...

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Crucibles of tattered thorns intrests silenece of feverish scorns. Watered down rivers of loosely washed words woven which wander for weakening tranquility. Cascading into the pantheon of precipitating poet promises never finding grounds of solidity. Promises broken. Eternally the immortal sand is sieved. Roots find...

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BLOOD OF BONDAGE.



Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.

Voyaging to the edge of universe
In explorations for hidden girth
The silent tangents explored
Where the universe still expands
To accommodate all the reveries.

Gathering ephemeral images in fold
Carrying wings of the cosmic form
Touching the butts of...

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Winter tested my endurance with its sharp and burning cold and now the warm lavender evening, with its smells and sounds of spring seem like a gift. The breeze is warm, and even the broad zones of shadow contain an inviting warmth. The campus lamps...

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