Best Deference Poems

Quietude endows hushed mystical space
Admonishing words have no role to play—
Look how in solitude its posture bends
Bowing in deference to calming intellect.

Listen to the utterance...

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I wore popular shin high white boots,
The top in rage of disco dancing queens.
The Bee Gees were the utmost in the clan
The alter of quantifying...

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Ethan lies upon my lap
      in sweet and tender slumber.
This happens all throughout the day,
     ...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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Red soft velvet, forever in my mind,
purple and blue, every color of the rainbow.
White to near black emotional displays,
their meanings hidden in the multitude of...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to...

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I wonder as I wander
From head to heart to soul
If life is like an empty game
Or more, an empty goal

If passion is the price we...

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There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
...

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a turn in the current
     memory, you, swirled and swallowed
          by the...

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Of all old friends, those we have of old are best;
These the souls we travel with by preference,
Theirs the spirits to whom we grant all...

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oh dear heaven ...

how impeccant …
how subtly innocent and eager!
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise …

or would there...

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If you desire your friendships to be only "Top Shelf",

               ...

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Poetry on trial?

I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control 
This may seem quiet strange,...

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It's really not so terrible,
This thing of growing old.
I don't have to mind my manners
Nor do what I've been told.

No one seems to care about...

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oh dear heaven ...

how impeccant
how subtly innocent and eager
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise

or would there not be...

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