Best Discretions Poems

The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing seemed to ever change but then we seen the myth explode
when a mining company opened up a few miles down...

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I see that they are grieving,
But I know I'll be ok,
The Angel sitting next to me,
Has come to take away...
The doubts that I am having,
All the pain that I am in,
Forgiving my discretions,
And the last time that I sinned...
The loved ones that surround me,
Drown in...

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He said, he said
I am history it is not dead.
I do testify,
that they ask for more than an alibi.
My face alone! Metal to bone.
See how their discretions lie,
as trampled footpaths to my home.

He said, he said,
Division lives, but not in my head.
Privileged accusation.
It is MY...

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Smile
I miss you baby
The sound of your voice 
The way you say my name
The I love you and you are beautiful
The way you sometimes make fun of my accent 
I want to hear your laugher which makes me giggle 
The random declarations of past discretions
The...

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Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly...

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Given the truth will lead you into all truth                        									Men under the rose so dispose to bind 										    ...

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In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul

It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to...

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Mary of Berry was wary.
Deceived by a man who would lie.
Disliking men that were hairy,
also, most men wearing a tie.

She had her fill of directions,
from anyone telling the time,
men prodding her with discretions,
or drinking their vodka with lime....

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*Image of Loving One More by NS.

A Second Please

Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate...

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Foresight is an appreciation
sitting squarely upon furrowed fields.
Banishing nurture to perpetual silence
in its non-meaning, intentional way.

Sperm ejecting from rumored couplings,
nameless offspring slipping beneath sods
of radiant maybes,

all motes in infinities grasp,

and what of their promise?
Its circumference measured
in aerial battles of misplaced thoughts;
intrigues of wishful thinking.

Sentinel to...

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TESTING THE EDGE

unsheathed razorsharp
doubledged crimsonbled
dark holes feed blue moles
underneath dirt they skirt
claws braced throats cursed

testing the edge

in mythical maddening moments
Unicorns stab their Mermaids
laying their own sea beds of
shameful ancient slaughter

testing the edge

bloodbeating brainscreaming
red smoldering screens
blindfolded shielded against
past discretions obscene 
unseen mock reproductions
artificial redraged dreams
double edged...

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Abandoned to my destiny
My legacy and fate
The timely end of all my deeds
My selfish love and hate
Freedom of a confined state
Imprisoned yet released
The condemnation of my life
Sometimes beauty 
Sometimes beast
Judgement day approaches
As it's spotlight temporary blinds
Just who is my Juror
What verdict will they find?
Out into...

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Because I love her, 
I will work with zeal; 
I will be the breadwinner, 
Doing the job so well.

Because I love her, 
I'll be loyal and kind; 
Ignoring temptation, 
Never leave her behind.

Because I love her, 
I won't hurt her feelings; 
I won't be cruel...

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Unfortunately, life does not have an eraser,
to do away with our past discretions; 
and the way we acted in certain situations. 
Oh, I know I would require a great big eraser

Fortunately we do have an opportunity, 
to be the person we were meant to be;
not...

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In My Dappled Dream I Saw You

In my dappled dream I saw you,
Your shimmering ghost, young again,
As we were, when soft flares hid your brown legs,
There, in the warm April shadows, us
Astride an old beach blanket on the grass of Corona.
1971 was sensational when we...

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