Best Dispose Poems

Come to me my beloved,
save me from life's brutalities,
so this heart can soften -
sparkle like a million fireflies.

For you hold the light
to illuminate my soul.
For you are the ceremony
and I the dance.
As you come near,
I'll spin like a mad man,
dancing in the rain.

If to touch...

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POTD 23rd Nov 2023

THE WISH

As the softer rose shades of twilight fades
With a heartfelt gravity, darkness descends
Oblivious to the North winds stinging bite
‘Neath this star-speckled sky, his devotion extends

to that quintessential ‘Component of Time’ that stills
surrendering to the moment, most mortals miss
In this mystical flash...

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Who am I not to excuse and forgive
when the Solo God, His mercy would give.

Rage inside, I plead to God to erase
though much of pain has on the face left trace.

All the seasons barged into Springtime
and the Rose has to keep her scent sublime.

The birds...

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In the 1960’s all around me were cheerful chants
inviting us all to ‘Make Love not War’
John Lennon asked us to give peace a chance,
some joined the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament.
We all wanted earnestly to save the environment.

I inhale this polluted air and wonder 
what has...

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And He
my dearest
maturest mate to date
has bitterly regressed
to a child irate
from man of logic
to impish state
a hexer vile
filled with hate
while I don't believe
I've changed a bit
he thinks me evil
my mother split
as saccharin 
as the Harpie race
bewitching temptress
evil face
necessity
I do suppose
for his childish fit
to so dispose


Dug...

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Written: by Miracle Man
9-5-2019

In stripling years,
I existed in the shadows.
God had given me reason,
Of Satan to dispose.

To change life’s direction,
I felt suddenly impelled.
But on my own, couldn’t break,
Sin’s chains that held.

Then at that moment,
Scaled eyes could see.
God had broken my chains,
And unveiled a new me.

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"When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead"
Dance of Death, Iron Maiden

You are lying in your sleep, as you are lying in your bed
Wake from your dreams, go dancing with...

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Cold misty clouds rise above the grates
The streets only illumination, tossing shadows like pennies
Faded street lamps at each end
The cold is biting, as I roll the collar over my neck

I received a call earlier that day
A new client, who insisted not to meet,
At my office
Just...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing their karma—
regardless of results,
as characterized in Indian scriptures,
notably the Gita—
All these are instances of detachment—
Of varying degrees
And of course in...

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The old man had always had an unnatural fondness 
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily, 
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind 
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about 
a special chore...

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She who is the light and hope in love complete
I kneel in your grace
A story that really gripped me deeply
as my mother told me with such pride in her voice

Protectress of the most Holy living rosary 
she has preformed countless miracles
A young virgin who was...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed and fastidiously scrubbed out twice 
A day 
With a fine...

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This horrid. inner remorse
Is getting way out of course
I want to keep courage and cheer in my heart…
I am His sun-shining, mild child, even from the start
I hope my daily prayers to the Lord are sincerely heard tonight
Let not my delightfulness depart, for my good...

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I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
        youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
        leaning tower of teenage angst,
Wrapped now in decades of neglect.
   ...

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It is no small feat to attempt to speak 
of the dying of our Lord
who sacrificed Himself for us 
by a fate far worse than fire or by sword.  
For one as whom not qualified 
to write of this great deed,
the Son of God...

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