Best Deafens Poems

**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it was judged.  I wonder if this would have received a placement?)

Alarming, how analog clocks can tock back, 
sound-off each...

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Tears trace ebony stains across the smooth skin on your cheeks.
Early morning thoughts in early morning darkness,
clouds of confusion and pain fog your mind.
Life, so heavy, pushes you down, deeper and ever deeper,
until you feel your soul squeezing through every pore in your body.

The tears...

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FINAL EPISODE OF PURE FANTASY
Hello Bad Boys!

The starry, twilight zone high above, this night
With it’s shooting stars, and the moon, so bright,
Looked heavenly, even Venus, was in sight,
It was clear, could see far and beyond
Across every mountain, ocean and pond!
Echo Man needs my help, I...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to adjust,
As freshly blown bubbles scared seeking love
Still fragile, uncertain, worried...

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I perch on a rock
by white teal-roofed bungalows,
resting after my journey.
Autumn's early bloom
is a choir of falling leaves
by a quiet rippling stream.

The silence deafens
as bright notes waft like snowflakes
to earth in Fall's madrigal.
I, a songless bird,
rejoice in observation.
The rippling stream chimes for me....

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Before gathering gloom takes away our eyes, 
Let’s fill them with dandelions’ dance. 

Before our mouths are closed by the curfew of age, 
Let’s deposit in them the taste of kisses. 

Before dusk deafens our ears, 
Let them hear the just and the righteous sing....

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These days are short, as I begin 
to walk—my daily custom now—
toward the place where, after 
treatment, you lie resting. 
I dream each day of when
I'll come and take you home. 

But then I hear my name,
whispered on the wind, and
words besides that simply say,...

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When the sound of silence, wails
And sobs of crying deafens our fearful minds

Our streets are cold and empty
And there’s no one to be found
Only the shuffling of City workers
As they clean a ghostly  town

Storms are silently raging
Uncertainties abound
My soul is contemplating
Disaster is all around

Eyes...

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An affection grown from pubescent soil, watered with innocent infatuation
Leaves of dreams gently budding, off naïve branches of a youth shortened.

The roots, ventricles of a choice-less heart, her fate twisted by a mothers hate.
No stopping nature’s fruition, and now the growth, the change, will not...

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Your touch kills
Your voice deafens
Your sight blinds
You make me sick!

People like you should be shot
Yeah, I've heard that before
Infact, I've heard it quite a lot
You can't claim me as yours
And after that escapade
Im done with you furthermore
Im not property
Im not a toy
I dont belong to...

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   Where are your voices, Me-too, Planned Parenthood, NOW
      your Jewish sisters violated, raped by the dozens - How
      come you've gone quiet, 
         ...

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I rage, my need for you bleeding helpless
tied, bound by these silken ropes of love
my cries will never reach your side, my life
over the music that deafens my heartbeats
I stand mute and solo without you
till we belong to each other
even if that destroys who you...

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You are not a member of our family
Therefore we choose to lock you outside our door
Banishishing you to never
Never again darken our door
Your emaciated hands have lost their strength 
The whispers you shout have fallen on deaf ears

We have always been stonger than you
Within your...

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Absurdity 

Behind the closed portal and the open door,
stands the lonely legless man with his paramour.
He is singing silently
in the peace of night violently
a nocturnal sunrise
of miserly giving called nameless
absurdity.

With the stroke of midnight and the bells of high noon,
is the sunless side of a...

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Under a tree of wet blossoms, shimmering to life in the sun, one honey bee is circling around two burly men, who wave it off,  with childlike dramatics...arms flailing.   One of them, wearing heavy leather boots, leaves his deep imprints in the...

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