Best Demystify Poems

If I go to the library each day
and seek out the knowledge there on display,
reading all the newspapers come what may,
and listen to what others have to say?
Then, will I be wise?

If I let the children teach me their way,
drop my inhibitions, and learn to...

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Each night I peruse the sky
Tilt my head way up high
Count the stars here and nigh
As if secrets to demystify
My heart it seeks to pacify

I search beyond each constellation
When sense in my heart primal agitation
And my pulse beats with acceleration
Because it’s there, the object of...

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Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days.
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
for search in medicine he began.
Buddh sat under it for meditation
and enlightenment of mind to attain.
					
Desdemona sat sighing under...

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There are moments when troubles enter our life’s
And we can do nothing to avoid them
But the one's we can
They look convoluted unless we demystify
But we think they are byzantine
As we think the mysteries in them can never be find
Nothing is insuperable
So let us not always...

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"To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601."


Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
For research in medicine to begin
Buddh...

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Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist,
Only succeeding to dislodge several faces,
I...

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( A Shakespearean Soonet - with 14 syllables- rhyming abab,cdcd,efef,gg)

My balcony was covered by a huge sycamore tree,    
My constant companion during the snowy Maple days, 
Memories come as insects around a flowering tree     
Turning my gloomy days...

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Hard line mid line, keep on limbo from corner to corner, side to side confronting and confining glue to bliss back to punk music the bitterness you definitely built will fall with tears under the shadow in night which fails to accept bright light to...

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My balcony covered by a huge sycamore tree,
My constant companion of snowy Maple days,
Memories come as insects around flowering tree
Turning my gloomy days into glorious days.

The first candid approach in medicine to initiate,
Hippocrates sat under sycamore tree to explain,
As Budhha sat under the Bodhi tree...

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From her lavished home
Into the body bag!
From the body bag
Into the cold freezing plant!

There is more to it
Than the freezing of beers
That's for you to hear!

She was beautiful
Or so,
She had thought to herself!
But not anymore!

The reason for her leaving
And the manner for it
Must be known!

He...

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Sweet sugar lips
I miss your touch
Your sweet embrace
As much

Your kisses more than
Twice as much
Your loving twenty times
As much

You caring for the damned
Your struggle to demystify 
Your battle with my storm
I'm better for it now

Your soft and gentle touch
To lift my weary soul
Onto a loving nest
Of...

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For everything there is a chosen time:
     for everything, too, there is a season;
now in mid-life, and past my former prime,
     I seek to probe life's heart, to draw reason
from its nub; and demystify its rhyme.

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I gobble up books of holiness
Hoping to find the clues to demystify this illusory mess
I do believe in my faith, to it I do swear abidance
I do believe in unity, in the fact that all holy doors lead to the same place

But I cannot help...

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Honesty presides in these fresh sonnets
Where breathing seeks to set example
For future generations on thresholds
Of honest wit staying apt and ample
Poets questioning meaning in long life
While judging and evoking honesty
They hold themselves above impending strife
And espouse flamboyant ideas-majesty
Honesty leads the art of poetry
For a poem...

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My balcony covered by a huge sycamore tree,
My constant companion of snowy Maple days,
Memories come as insects around flowering tree
Turning my gloomy days into glorious days.

The first candid approach in medicine to initiate,
Hippocrates sat under sycamore tree to explain,
As Budhha sat under the Bodhi tree...

Continue reading...