Best Dark Blue Poems

This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from the error of his ways.

 For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
 Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
 Occasionally calling...

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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in

For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on...

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Long ago, in the fastness of the north
lived a people known as the Inuit.
They lived in perpetual darkness.
Although they had heard of light from Crow
they at first would not believe him.
They made him repeat this fairy tale 
many times, for it sparked imagination.
Imagine how long they could hunt.
Imagine seeing polar bear before he saw them.
They...

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Eternity is unflinching
and on the day of his last entry
the day he died
in a small room
dark blue,
he had no thoughts of coming days.

young man,
you did your time
in a prison,
did your time in the grip of malignant delusions,
no escape from the voices in your head.

May your ashes of shame 
your final expression,
rest in peace for ever...

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There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.   
Sometimes too, the memory of her sweet breath does rise...

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True light

When your bright smiles fade, 
My blue birds never gladly abide;
While winter time is over 
I enjoy the fine weather
When your nights fall dark, 
My good days loose their spark.
When your eyes have no sight.
How can you be my my twilight?
When your ears cannot hear, 
 My celestial music is unbear
Though my flower never...

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The Illuminated Muse
by
Ingrid Showalter Swift


You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis
vibrate within me 
daze me 
sway me without weight or measure
I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture
and in it you lie in wait

You fill my cells 
with oxygen and mercury
the temperature rises 
my bearings drop
my center settle casts away
to...

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My Moondust said to me….

At the waters’ edge

Of a stream, running free

Beware the Dark Blue World

You are not ready

 

I fixed her with a quizzical eye

She smiled softly

Faeries have always known

Of things beyond

For now…

My love 

Let it lie

 

The Dark Blue World

Knows of you

You know not of futures made

Past

Here and now 

Of paths, laid

 

The...

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Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on...

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Lonely and hating what her friend has become.
Seems like no more friendship to believe in,
Art the only place to breathe in.

Meeting new people who are considered geeks and freaks,
Hanging with them all week.
Near the end, her "geeky" friend shows her Jesus,
And she is saved.

Finally, out of her lonely cave.
She faced troubles before, but thankfully
Being friends...

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loving with my heart only to be told i am not the one
loving with my soul 
loving with my all

why even love at all
seeing you do not love me 
the good times you remember no more
thrown away into the dark blue sea

the times we shared and you said you treasured
through thick and thin and bad...

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But she would not even read it – she knew what lay within—
A red rage toward her country now the fire that was her friend.
Yet just a few days later on a now black Christmas Eve—
Another knock was heard from a cowboy come home on leave.

And Jim Blue Moon stood on the porch with presents...

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It was the night after the full Moon.
This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees.
It was huge! It was the color of melon!
My world was lit as my life had instantly risen.
I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions.
My moment had come forth and all at once, 
I...

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Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on...

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And still

It was not all over, 

As if you wanted to listen 

To the dying echoes

Of my leafless urge

Snaking through the 

Valley of my just widowed heart.



While the shape of dead tolls

In the blue evening 

Till the last purple flame

Of lust for life-

Dies away, leaving

Heaps of ashes

On the bald foreheads 

Of the darkest hours-

In the...

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