Best Disquieted Poems

In a mire brewed
betwixt puddles of hell and mute dissent 
a martyr wades - 
weighed down by chains of shame and disdain
alas the thirsting self-absorbed swamp
distills and swills her stewed silence 
and swallows the last embers 
from her goblet of dreamer’s fire 

pursed breaths are...

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Unrequited

The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my breath
I slipped again, I stripped
you tripped in the end
Even if...

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I've written the lyrics to two lullabies for my daughter, Shereen. I even made 
up the tunes, and I'd sing to her when she was a baby to put her to sleep. She 
still remembers those songs at 19 years of age. For my birthday...

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Which is it: you can't get started unless
you're riding some current bigger than your reporting voice
or the best time to write is when you don't have much to say
and without plenty to say about everything you'll get better right away.

Form is very often a betrayal...

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You are my poetry; sapphire blue, sandlewood scented ink, 
painting you and I cradled in intimate metaphors,
though you lay thousands of miles away; 
storing urgent longings of my heart in ardent daydreams, 
till tender moments can be shared, and made legendary.

Words come spilling, clinging together,...

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The moon looked like a cat burglar that crisp November night;
clear skies but for one dark band splashed across his sight. 
His guise arcane and sinister, and try hard as I might, 
I couldn't help but wonder who he'd prey upon with spite. 

An air...

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Thy love hath possessed me, and consumed mine every thought. 

An inescapable prisoner; handed an irrevocable sentence of love.

Thy memory hath become my ever constant companion, my dearest friend.  

My imagination carries mine heart to thee.

I have dreamt thee so close that I could...

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Chaos erupted in beds of trucks
As victims ran and ducked, fragile
And scared, as if the gunman cared
As hot projectile tore through 59 souls
While another madman’s wicked 
Intentions remain untold, as to why 59 had
To die...enthralled in fun, frantic they run
Or lay breathing the thoughts of...

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Though I am troubled by problems and cares,
My soul is disquieted, and I offer prayer.
Lord, my only son is very sick, and needs your touch
I ask for your help, for I love him so much.

He is my only son Lord, and I am a widow...

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Scar-instilled lessons…
Bring me to grateful cogitations' engagements
Since soul speaks of human’s “self-consciousness.”
Affirming that scars are the path to the soul.

I have become “a living soul…”
Such is God-wrought mystery revealed by my Mother’s scar
Thru her cut when she gave birth to me, that I’m thankful for.
Indeed,...

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That was a great moment
When my house was filled fully
With relatives, friends and new guests around.

Dad keeping busy, mom arranging,
Friends amusing, cousins entertaining,
I was immersed  within relishable tension.

Relaxing myself and taking a deep breath,
I entered in and bid all a traditional HI..
Focusing him at...

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Chapter 12 c The fireflower (cont.)

When at last they had descended 
Back down to the forest clearing 
Rosy sidled up to Lisa
Yielded up the flowering branches
 
Now they had secured the fire flowers, 
Now achieved the day's objective 
Back they climbed through upland forest
Back to humid lowland...

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Swirling conscience
twirling,endless motions
infinite commuting commotion
tranquil,sweet Mother nature serene peaceful scenes 
disquieted murmur of clouded dreams
swimming with trepidation in the worlds murky sea
obviously forgetting natures high's, and beautiful trees
noisy ruckus, anxiety ridden uncivilized under sea
feeling's for emancipating for needs
beautiful, pristine of nature will agree
enticing, alluring, seductive,...

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Where my hopes meet with
My dreams, heartfelt
Joy and brilliant imaginings kiss
Away the doubts, the demons
Who tempt me to listen
To the darkness, the dread, the depression
All the anxious that lives within
Where my skeptic is my biggest sinner…

There, amid the uncertainty
Knowing only a measure of hope,
Disquieted by...

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Have You Ever Hidden an Ide Before?

To where would I be riding and abiding?

If and when I ran over a Glad Tiding

Who had forgotten to bring his starch

Then turned out being in an ide of March.


I never have had an ide before

But taken for ride...

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