Best Decried Poems

to my daddy, Walter M. McGlothin (Aug. 2, 2005)... going home!!!

When someone you love is taken away
There is never enough time
No matter if its
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Eons...

~

The heart can't seem to handle an absence
That is the beginning of its existence

~~

My daddy died today...
And eighty-six years of living, still
Did...

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One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales

Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the bones of archaic mythology
Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore
Then...

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Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
The arid ground is beautified 
Why for then should death be decried

When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
It’s but a time for transition
Gaining in heaven admission 

Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
Motionless, save a shooting star
Wondrous, we look...

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I read it so, the Bread of Life
without discourse, without contrive
did lighten, nourish, so arrive
that building up, to merit, live ~

That in my lines
I found your strife
did so surround with beauties hive
that honey of discourse revive!

This leavening of love's requiet,
that injured particle, that pride,
that unaccomplished...

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Her tender, delicate limbs
                rivaled a young Magnolia
Her every move, a nuanced sway
     Oh, the glory of youth
        ...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests on the burning pyres
Yet Poe now keenly aware this was...

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Looking out through the panes
        of the window of time
     The curtains pulled back
        by a sad aging mime
        actors...

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Chubs is gravely flat.
We remove our hats.
Her wheel deflated him—
Chubs, my cuddly cat.

Flounder is lying flat,
ambling on his back.
Her croutons choked him—
Flounder, my friendly catfish.

Gopher is resting back-flat,
striking position for naps.
Her diabolical chocolate gateau
snuffed him out almost.

Gopher rose once again,
my mangy mutt, back-to-life. 
Ma decried;...

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The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish actions.

In a robbery way out in Long Beach
Elliot's handgun misfired in the breech
    Down the barrel he...

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Clinging to sunny Bognors regal
skirts
At his Majesties most royal verges
The readied hand thrusts upon the 
lever,
And, shuddering, She forward lurches.

Clanking ominously over diesel fueled
growls,
Expediency, they said, was driven 
to ignore:
The raised up objections and anguished
frowns,
And track them under tracked-over 
ground.

For by unanimous vote they did...

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False winter—deceitful—fuels the unrest.
Paris preyed upon; men’s anger coalesced;  
guns frame the debate. 
Pride and despair fan the unholy flame. 
The dispossessed grab weapons and take aim,
do words or actions desecrate?

Twelve dead in Paris—and a free press denied,
mourn for the loss, when faith and...

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My flesh and blood
refused to follow me
refused the notion of the flood
fought for right, not for me

Duty served
country proud
Now we two sons confess
we have transitioned to the dress

Father hid all the witnesses
to the truth of his two creations
from the watchtower he decried
the beauty, compassion and...

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A polite rain
joined me briefly
before heading uptrail
to leave me standing, alone,
in a suddenly steaming forest.


I wrote this on a hike in the Adriondacks to  to Mt Marcy, the highest mountain in New York State. My Adirondack  Guide indicated that Tahawus was the a...

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'TIS POWER, TO THE PEN OF THOUGHTS TO WRITE

   FOR WORDS OFT' TIME SPOKEN ARE ON A FLIGHT

   TO A NOWHERE LAND AND THEN LOST IN THE MISTS OF TIME

   BUT PENNED, NOW THOSE WORDS ARE IMMORTALIZED

  ...

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The Gods must be crazy
Or they never lived
And those that depend on them to give
Blessings peace and life after death
Had better not be holding their breath

If They live They’ve given so much
The Inquisition Jihad and such
War after war after war after war
Priestly abuse the concept...

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