Best Discernable Poems

The poet Marshall Mathers
whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet"
blasted with inquiry-

"Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against?
I have...''

Interesting enough
in these crooked times
it is impossible to make a man like you,
or your art,  
especially with unbounding determination.

Nevertheless,
It sure is mighty easy to attain their...

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I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and roads
I view the future with discernable need
Yet I succumb to my fate with noted heed

Do I lack the courage to...

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The waters trickling under the
crossing bridge grows ever dormant

And on the one and only discernable
route into this village languishing beneath
there is a old rickety swinging sign that says

" Welcome to Eden "

We trust you enjoy your stay

Where the church choir in the district
can be muffled...

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The Magical Epiphany of an Old Rusted Can

whilst out hiking one day in a countryside area
that was quite desolate and remote from any nearby
city, I discovered, amazingly, an Old Rusted Can
that was at least two-liter-sized and was partially-buried
in a long dried-out river bed in the...

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For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel...

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A Rift in Time

By Elton Camp

	Henry Higgins, B.A., M.A. Ph.D., graduate in physics from the Massachusetts Institution of Technology, is missing.  Born August 8, 1950, he was thought of as a genius by some, but as a crackpot by others.  Revolutionary theories on...

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I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to
The static of my alarm clock
No discernable noise except for
My own voice whispering, "Today
is The Day."
I could crawl back into bed and pretend
Not to have heard; I could instead pretend
To fall back into my dreams. That way, 
I can...

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Cramped in dark seclusion
A little soul in wait to be whole
Like a fish in a bowl of ocean
Adrift but can gulp a lungful

It’s the beginning of an end
Chrysalis out from the sphere
Emerging from cocoon bend
Exposed to the atmosphere

Dry, arid air touching skin
No longer blind and...

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When I'm with you,
                        Time stops.
The paradox:  Time goes,
Like the thin web a dream becomes upon waking, barely discernable and then...

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S/he wonders why
when we breathe in
our left sides
feel right mind dominant
when our rights inside
feel LeftBrain capital deviated,

Dysfunctional
disappointing
disharmonious
sad and lonely 
dissonant
disturbed
unbalanced
uneased

Constipated
blocked
trumped

Stuck
obstructed
oppressed
suppressed
repressed
not fluently holistically impressed,

Pressured
disabled
disenabled
feminized
marginalized
enslaved
disempowered

Unenlightened
unarticulated
not understanding
not cooperatively experiencing
co-investing in questioning

Why we continue longing
for bicameral win/win engagement
of all our leisurely
peaceful
integral senses

And yet yearn
for vicarious 
"Commercial entertainment
means not mindbody...

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if you have taken the time to browse through this eclectic collection of self-indulgent foolishness, I hope you’ve been entertained by the quirkiness of its content, or at the very least, annoyed by the pervasiveness of its eccentricities. It should be obvious to any perceptive...

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One day
I saw
Up high
Above, a
Discernable shape
Of a Golden Eagle,
Scavenger supreme,
Gliding solitary,
Amid a sky
Of cerulean hue.
Suddenly,
It veered left,
Diminishing,
In height,
Then sight,
Finally receding,
Beyond
The Mountain
Of Bennachie....

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most days i feel parched
a longing inside
much too much to bear
a craving that only grows
the clawing at something
that's there beyond
out of my reach
barely discernable
helplessly unattainable

if only i could
stretch up
extend my sweep
as i dare hope
for the caress of a sunray



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on September 13,...

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The wheel of time makes 
the head drag the mind
on the winding pathway 
of the confused existence
amidst the rising dust 
of the senile summer of discontent,
but the heart still breathes 
the young spring air,
like a flower blooming 
in the flushing meadow,
swaying in the sunburst colors...

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