Best Decanter Poems

There is a longing in my soul, the emptiness created by the absence of my fathers role. 
I have had the happiness any child could...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout...

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The decanter is filled with chicory blooms
(blue, for the sky is her pleasure)
while the snapshot turns nigrescent
marking rain for the evening weather
The ring with which...

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Ruben looked deep down a decanter of hopeless glass

Engulfed in spirits of the wrong kind by his inner nemesis

Saturated with agony delusions and soaked surrender...

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Nigh on sixty years ago this Yankee from the State of Indiana,
Wed a lovely Confederate lass from the State of Louisiana!
I thought I knew her...

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Near Sainthood
by Mirza Ghalib
translation by Kanu V. Prajapati and Michael R. Burch

On the subject of mystic philosophy, Ghalib,
your words might have seemed deeply profound
and we...

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Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Just pass the flourishing sycamore and maple trees.
Just pass the vast meadow where crickets play...

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She was as sexy as sexy can be
   Body undulating like the sea
Hips gyrating at the speed of sound
   Billowing breasts...

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And what doth bring me
          here to this spot

timely turns,
      ...

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BALLAD  OF   STRANGER.





I have come from a far off land
A stranger on the greyer steed
Thence I have seen my true love
Where all...

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She came upon me in a dream deep down from within my destination

Which coursed the mind and soul of years for my memories' inspiration

The path...

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Tonight we’ll share the heavens;
Souls knitted into one,
Fly together we, the ochre moontrails,
on gossamer wings.

The decanter overflows with nectar;
its sweetness permeates the ethereal void,
like ephemerous...

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He Thought, ‘Cause He Was Old
And the Other Guy, was Just ‘Sprung’
That He didn’t have a Chance To Hold
His Own, Against The ‘Young-Un’ …

And In...

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I have been pre - oc
cupied 
i have knot been per -
used to periodical nomanclature nor have I been be - 
spectaled by the enormity...

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In the fading heat of a waning falling October night

Trick and Treat travel on their broomstick’s front seat

high speed velocity twin turbo engines in roaring...

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