Best Detracts Poems

Serenity Of Blue


As in our rivers' varied tints of blues,
   the color blends are peaceful and serene,
in ripples of reflective color hues
   that mirror mix of sky and hills of green.

Yet, 'midst the flowers in our fields that grow,
  ...

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So here’s the deal:
I’m completely pissed off, but not really-
Really I’m heartbroken and just trying to breathe through the ache in my chest,
But that really has nothing to do with what’s going on does it. 
This is ridiculous.  I hate it. It’s not something...

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Live within senses
Love within faith
Fight within boundaries
Smile without hate. 

Breathe with your voice
Sleep with your strength
Laugh with your humor
Cry at arm's length.

Melt within memories
Think without facts
Yearn with just heart
Dismiss what detracts

Lean with no shoulder
Kiss with no touch
Make fun without hurt
Carry as a clutch.

Speak without words
Connect...

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Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of the eminent Brahmin poet: Cuppiramania Bharathiyar (cf. two poems of his already posted). Born in Pondicherry – a French enclave...

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Are we there yet?

 
Dark isn't; yet the night..!

 Black though; desires are.."

Deeper shaded than perceptions..

Illusions alluding; pretending unto inclusion

Despite the truth precluding.. 

Yet there we are..! 

copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk

I would have liked to have been able to put a question mark
in the title of...

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It is personal....devouring, you can never get enough; draining individual's of their lifeblood bit by bit.  You don't just come out at night you feed all day long, gorging yourself on every morsel, taking full delight, till your helpless victim is rendered  powerless...

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Shout, for your life may depend on it,
Sing, for the world needs your song,
Cry and your pain’s voice may benefit,
Laugh and the world strings along. 

Your feelings are always life’s servant,
Can carry you when times are tough…
A miracle gift that’s observant,
Though you never love them...

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An American Tradition

I always have hayed to be sedated
So many more poems contemplated
Writing that up on me often creep
Calmly and can put you to sleep.

May read poems like these before
Many to death am sure did bore
Then emailed them out on internet
To foolish poets you may...

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The end of the year is drawing near
Home to our familes we will go
No more blinding white in surround
Saying cheerio to this Antarctic flow

It's late as we pass the seventh hour
The nineteenth of December now truly left behind
For after the holidays we'll return
Take our chances...

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blue eyes
tells lies

fact check?
train wreck

Nazi
Barbie

detracts
retracts

distorts
reports 

bombshell
Trump's belle...

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Why won’t they love me
Why don’t they like me
Why won’t they pay
Any mind
I am beautiful
Aren’t I 

Why won’t they notice
Why don’t they know me
Even when I feel oh so fine
They won’t take the time, why
I am beautiful
Aren’t I 

Am I too little
Am I too big
What...

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I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me
From the tiniest ant
To the largest elephant
From creatures in the deepest ocean
To those on top the highest mountain
From the tiniest plant
To the largest tree
The tree takes in what I exhale
And returns to me what I inhale
I...

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Should Have Seen

You should have seen what I saw;
Looked just like my mother in law;
Had been devoted;
Body badly bloated;
She called me a turkey in the straw.

Jim Horn

Think Turkey in the Straw is a dance.

Holy Rollers In A Row

What I saw was Holy Rollers in a...

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When your best friends
Wear lab coats
And carry instruments
The steal smiles
And steam the meaningful 
stains
Out of your soul,
(The little imperfections
In all of us that 
Help sculpt and mold
Our images)
Remaining self-aware for
Self-awareness’ sake
Becomes potentially problematic.
Floating above reason with 
A touch of lethargy
Maximizes self-control
But detracts from
Fundamental choice.
Insomnia limited...

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All That ‘I AM’ - Revisited

Let all that ‘I AM,’ yes, my pulp, seed, and cover,
from dreams long misplaced to the fears, I’m resisting
(though friends think them offal). My eye’s tears from mote
(that makes sparks when all stars hide), bound pain tied with sunbeams,
mind’s clouds...

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