Best Discernible Poems

Blue words cry, 
smearing bare 
               paper walls. 
I am only   this poem
to share.         

   Crimson lines 
ironed, too...

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What’s In The Urn

Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?

Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be...

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THE MAN WHO KILLED THE WORLD


It was there, then it was gone. A swirling mass of white and topaz rotating in an inky expanse    gone. Vanished, right before my eyes. 
My home
my family
my country
my planet   no more. I say out...

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These are the times you wish
you could pack it all up and be a kid again:
Take me away from the Now
and into the Then

(that's where I wish to descend)

Back when it was all so crystal clear-
just one emotion to steer the gears,
whether wafflewonder days
or weepywillow...

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My Pilot Light

In a hidden crevice
between soul and skin,
there is a flicker, 
a tangerine flame
blazing through black abyss;
illuminating infinite veins of strength 
that light like gun powder;
a thousand volts of survival 
searing through my core.	

There is a whisper in that flame,
ripples beyond discernible sound,
that directs...

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Running, running, get away,
move aside! I can't stay!

Time is gone and I must go
hurry now,  move too slow.

Heart is racing, pounding loud
press myself against the crowd.

Watching others hurry on,
ticking clock, move along.

Can't stop now I smell the fear
of those that stop and linger near.

Quickly,...

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The day the world died!


Have you ever wondered why tribes and peoples from ancient times, until now have a day to remember and honor the dead?  
There are popular festivals the world over, where people visit the graves of loved ones typically on November...

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Moonlight crying on white linen, fingering
lace curtains, glancing apprehensively
at distorted reflections peeping
through Waterford crystal
framed in silver,
a silence
almost apologetic
creeping through the room,
trying hard not to disturb
the softly sleeping gloom.


Melting gently through my bedroom wall,
wind chimes, barely heard
bamboo sighs,
Geisha
whispered words
that penetrate my sleep
with velvet promises from far...

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A few weeks ago I had a dream wherein my Chinese wife dyed her black hair blonde; then I woke up and told her I had just dreamt she became a blonde. Well, she was a bit indignant, saying 'Why would I ever do that?"....

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If I but had the basic raw nerve and wit
I would show a few folks how to do it:
“Write a line or two with good rhythm and rhyme”
On Poetry Soup, however, that would be a crime!
We have some folks who write marvelous gibberish
If I may...

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“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One
 
The Gemini Garden stays close to mountain springs.
In this magic garden, countless flowers bloom and wither,
With pruned trees, shrubs and sprawling lawns,
And beds of geraniums in flaming red, pink and white.

On either side of the...

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Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing:  miraculous rule

Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral,...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs considerably from the French original, but arguably it could lay...

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Stepped inside Bucky's Universal Credit Union today
to ask what could I invest in
with least risk
and greatest potential for self-optimizing return?

He invited me to sit down
to consider cooperative transactions
as our intentional understory
camouflaged within our ecotherapeutic relationships,
like summer's warm sun emerging from winter's cold clouds,
like noon folding...

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Damn it!
Crouching low on the ridge with Joseph and Rubin we see
that twenty horses or more are grazing with a group of Indians in the valley,
through the telescope two things are clear
the Indians are young Blackfeet braves
and they appear to be watching a curiosity in...

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