Best Déjà Poems

...POTD 6th August 2019

The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nur......

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...I feel a sense of déjà vu as I listen
to the cacophony of voices:
dilettantes discussing poetry 
under baroque chandeliers. Masquerading 
as avant-garde writers or bona fide critics 
(black turt......

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...For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.

The dampened ground, that familiar smell,
Now quenched ref......

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...I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains
Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head
Just a dream - a shame to find
I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed

The monotonous ticki......

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...These nightmares feel real, like I’ve been here before,
I must be stuck in a phantasm of visionary abhor.
It was when my eyes closed that I knew this was an illusion, 
now I’m tortured by this......

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...
Here on the cusp of all things, is where I succumb 
Ceding my stuff blindly, toward oblivion and none 
Unwilling to persevere, without a modicum of fun 
Listing in perpetual stasis, til the spas......

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...Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
F......

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Written: May 05, 2024

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 You crossed the gloss,
Under a star-spangled sky,
To greet me at dawn.
Foggy dreams awoke me,
my brai......

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...TIME MACHINE

We always try to build a TARDIS,
in thinking we would look the smartest.
But then, who's time would we travel in, 
with a choice for dimensional spin.

A fragrance can take us ba......

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...A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song? 
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,  
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.

Do you still hear the sprocket's cadence and pedals ......

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...Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation
Why has it become so hard to breathe?
If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying
As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe
She is c......

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...Spring Beauty and the Beast 

Tenderly Spring sends harbingers of beauty,
Knights errant of crocus and snowdrops,
To warm winter’s shopworn heart
And soothe his brittle bones of barren boughs
W......

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...A déjà vu?  What can I say?
I know the track so well.
It is so dark yet treacherous.
I am not afraid.  Careful, here is a curve,
it almost turns onto itself.
An old oak tree stands there,
just ......

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...The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...

The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the ......

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...Rêves perdus, rêves morts

Les fleurs dansent
Les fleurs chantent
Le printemps est ici
Je suis, pas loin d'ici


Dans la forêt
Dans une cabine
Caché
Avec mon cœur
Rien ne me touche ici

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