Best Displace Poems

I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell and I was curious to compare his translation with mine....

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I care, I search in the depths of my heart,
A higher power that will guide me in every start.

God the loving Father, the nourisher of life,
Helps me tide over and conquer every strife.

I search for love’s golden thread connecting one and all,
Uniting nations and people...

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In my soul, I shall never find 
another who completes me like you.
Our endless love, for strength 'tis true,
I rely to face those days of resign.
But always does my heart remind
of blessings from heavenly blue.
The ties of eternity like glue
shall always endure, bridge and bind.

My...

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I could chisel my love into a mountain
But mountains errode away 
If I carved my love in solid ice
It would only last a day

I could write my love up in the sky
But the wind would soon displace
I could write my love into a book
But letters...

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TIME WILL TELL

A modest planet and quietly progressing
Troubling no other and fealty confessing
 Surviving well enough and paying its dues;
 Quiet corner of the galaxy. No foreseen surprise to bemuse

The ruling committee were in contented mood
 Agreements reached and cautious plans reviewed
 Coffee served. The...

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Please my heart, upon lips with just one kiss.
Embrace my body with sweet warmth tonight.
Caress me, without one minute to miss.

My eyes shall glisten in dark, shining bright.
My heart shall pound deeply in bold delight.

Love that we share, bares no witness ever.
Our bond is magical,...

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three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious 

beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds 
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice

as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain 
speedily advancing in substantial...

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revelation of revelations!
an ordinary morning til..
discovery of discoveries 
brittle chrysalis
upside down, branching
breathing, pulsing
I pause and
inspect the
pupa’s fortress
tight and hard as 
childhood memories of
milkweed pods 
splaying, splitting, dropping
fragments into the
pungent soil beneath

My birth sac
splits apart
Baptismal waters
run down my legs
he’s going to be a
football player the 
doctor...

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While wandering thru the forest pines
                                      A lesson...

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When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,

I cherished how you chose to repose me.

You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about

me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.


Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.   

Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back...

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Villain Unmasked


In odd places the Villain appears,
In the right places he disappears-
On merry moments then re-appears.

For, such is the habit of a Villain
Who enjoys to inflict carnal pain
Yet, scarce and elusive to be slain.

He contorts in a fearsome grimace
Ogling timid children on the face
Their infantile...

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It was a dangerous mix of midriff and moons.
A nude goddess was riding a tiger.
Moralization. I will not allow my peaks to

fail me. I was running on the road to salvation.
It cuts across the flames, then the zilch,
poised for becoming a rag-picker.

The pseudo-lies were half-truths....

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.

I wake, and through my...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.

I wake, and through my...

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Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes sigh of relief.

Gratis the miracle of modern medicine wife
of Richard McGeehan, he offered succor
during serious bout when ye suffered strife
lovingly...

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