Best Desists Poems

Outside, there is a small trail
and  six steps 
separating me from those that pass on by,

Impossible, to hide, behind my ruby house coat
and synthetic...

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Nascent dawn's pale omen loomed
and eased me from my pensive trance.
But I am stirred 
beyond expression’s means—
my face suffused with tears.
Mercifully, stolid memory 
desists in...

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Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide...

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The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically 
Indited the books classified as 
Naught but "prophetical"-
After...

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We are all God’s children
How dare anyone pick on or push around another person
This takes place with kids and grown-ups 
It results in death in...

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Imagine true love exists
Virtue that on fealty insists
Extinguishing meaningless trysts
Patrimony, chauvinism resists
Tokenism, infatuation desists

Lingering romance that heart uplifts
Unbrokered love with mutual benefits
Pure motives that bridge...

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Scarlet tears running down my auburn skin
Dressed for battle, I take up my sword 
Preparing for the worse
Looking for a charm to ward against the...

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it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress...

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I choose no religion,
Unlike you the legion,

I do not know which is right,
That is why I have to write,

God is  not a Muslim,
Neither does...

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for Tabitha

The sun wanders westward 
towards the old frontier, 
dragging its heft across plateaus 
of New Mexico. Along Route 
66, a quick toe-dip in Tahoe...

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The Sun dawns and the Day is born
Its light shed on the souls forlorn

The clouds part and thunder desists
As they march on, lost in the...

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In every criminal there is a child -
With the face of your son,
The hands of your brother.

A mother held him once, she lulled him to...

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The Brick Sayer

Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside
Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time
One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade

The...

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“Look! The aging poet sleepwalks again.”
“Sir, should we wake him from his nightly tour?”
“No! God no! His heart could not stand the strain.”
“He’s heading for...

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It is the solemn evening song that drifts,
into the valley cup, from the saucer of the moon,
and spreads in wings of darkness, nightshade breath;
arising as...

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