Best Demarcations Poems

Crowned with a tiara,precious white,
crashing at the heels turquoise tide.
here all known colors exude through ,
at every step diversities brew.

The winds of past,
would forever last.
waltzing around the weaver's needle,
or reverberating through the artisan's chisel.

through the mystic roads,
clad in saffron robes.
saints chase the ultimate solution,
--a path...

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Year's end.
The calendar expires
in time's continuum.
Arbitrary demarcations
shift and fade.
Locations change; faces age.
Everything, though different,
remains the same.
Plus ca change, plus ca meme.
The stars are ruled by cycles
that the year produces.
Time decides the issues.
Our lives are nursery songs
in minor keys and
everything's been said....

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Leonardo more than a Renaissance man
artist? yes but - 
sculptor? yes but - 
musician? yes but - 
anatomist? yes but - 
cartographer? yes but - 
scientist? yes but - 
engineer? yes but - 
inventor? yes but - 
no boundaries, no demarcations
with holistic views of arts...

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The greatest performance of my life.  
Howard’s proud piece de resistance award  on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section.
After endless hours of toil, tribulation, energy sapping endeavour and quite a few rejection slips of...

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Things confuse me easily these days 
it might be age or some kind of rare 
oncoming dementia preparing me for 
a difficult but joyous passage of elder 
time fulfilling my wildest dreams or perhaps 
a period of prolonged revelation of prophecies 
and keys that I...

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ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue of wedlock
Sheer arrogance,
Sharpeníd tongue and horns.
Denial of dreams, reasons justified
Each...

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Double-binding demarcations of physical incarnation
Follow time's conceptual season path.

What we have named "time"
remains elusive, evasive,
does not present itself.
Ubiquitously coincidental with flow of thought,
fertile consciousness,
yet climatically optimized in HereNow forms.
Double-bound, double negatives
yet climaxing within dense in-formating energy
with ionic iconic positive balance.

Double-dark and dim primal enlightening Vortex
Yet...

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Along the stretch of an alley etched in cracked cobblestone,
Walks a conquered weary swain besides his penumbral casted clone.

Onwards he treads towards the recycled mill of a matted ride,
As calcitrated gravel pebbles are tumbled by his stride.  

Beneath his feet the floor is flattened...

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When you lost your kidneys, you can replace. 
Who cares that will donate or having human lace.
When you become healthy you prefer to see face,
You turn kind and never run a discrimination race,
A religion, colour or caste never opens a case.
When a person has sound...

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Paired, With Reservations

The soft curve of her spirit- 
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in that prime, resplendent arrival?
Regardless it is a shiny death: an...

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The question itself begs interpretation,
The word 'where' concealing so many implications
  Is this 'where' a physical place, or state of mind?
  Perhaps it's with a higher consciousness aligned?

Boston, London, Paris, or Rome? Cairo, Lisbon, Moscow, or Gnome?
Were you abroad? Were you at sea?...

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Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice; 
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud, 
And wonder how orderly the world would be if all fools vowed
To live according to...

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Nature made convenient sluice, 
when pool water did wend
     down the gentle slope 
     describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
 
er steadily chugging, chiseling, 
     and channeling straight away 
     blindly...

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It has been said that pain is
a conversation waiting to be had.
If that is so, there’s so much to share:

Today, the term the United States
is on the road to becoming less and less
an applicable synonym for America.

Reigning division and separatism
seem to be the new twin...

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Electric highways sing through open lines
Lullaby's hum good-byes as morning calls
Hang out before they hang up a smile
Yellow birds come to cling
Come alive up on live wires
Thin metallic demarcations safe
That stretch the mind for miles yet to come

Cords stretched to their limits live
A golden sun...

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