Best Dooming Poems

**REFLECTION**

Running through a wheat dream
Clear skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by silver streams
I stumbled into a valley where sleepness never dies
A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies
no time for final good-bye's

Waking up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falls from the...

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(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into high gear
through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear
yet as...

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Part One of Two

Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored
Part One 

(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth

Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head
I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead
I see epic battles some lost and long journeys...

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Dedicated to Kyle, My Darling Son
There was no joy when I gave birth,
scary words kept getting worse.
When my baby boy was born
every face was quite forlorn.
He came fresh from our Creator
to be placed in an incubator.
I could not take him in my arms
or shelter him...

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The Boatman’s Song                       7/Many

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

While her mind was cautioning her to retain
The comforts and luxuries of heaven
And not to go to...

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
Part Two 

As Poe'sque verses come demons surround,
night hours break into loud hideous sounds.
With claws and long fangs thirsting for warm blood,
more beasts appear in a torrential flood.

Yet nothing can stop pen and its dark ink,
for deep in poetic dark,...

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Nature is the very life-giving globe,
She's galaxy, cosmos and universe;
Kith and kin, like moon and stars, in her throb;
Each creature, like true mother, she does nurse;
Hills, vales, seas and oceans in her immerse...!

She's peerless and paramount in patience,
Dig her; kick her; clip her; crop her;...

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From my new blog..

Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured 
 
Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts
Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts:
Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright,
Consuming illusions of...

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There In The Fast Fading Shadows Of Looming Dusk


There in the fast fading shadows of looming dusk
emptiness sighing as space in an empty husk
broken only by the dark whispering of Fate
and swirls of wind playing savage tunes of- "too late",
Dare I, to enter through its...

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Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

Investing is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.

Economics is like farming,
if you don't play this cooperative game,
you'll have no competitive winnings.

CoRelational EcoLogic is like farming,
if...

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Hot to hold; a flame of gold glowing so bright,
spitting sparks into the unlit night.
Bending – leaning – dancing wave
standing tall and brave;
crackling - warm
light.
Insects swarm
into dooming plight,
soon they are gone, out of sight
into hot flame, deadly- full of bite.
Hot to hold; a flame of...

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Born and raised as a little child in a Witches’ coven,
the Black Witch was indeed a very precocious child
whose hell-spawned soul was seared in Hell’s oven,
and like Medusa herself was a creature gone wild.

The Black Witch had a craggy, malevolent demeanor
and at a glance was...

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Down the street at the corner, the sodium
Streetlight casts an eerie-yellow glow on the sidewalk

Below, a feint hissing sound emanating from escaped
Gasses. Up the stairs, just a few feet away, I'm narrating
A sequence of myself carrying a large kettle filled with

Chili, my look confident, my...

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All, please see, there is no way to make me eat
this taste-ache food, more awful than green peas;
not served cold, not cooked hot, not fresh or old.
Even my Father’s pleas in whispers or loud shouts,
could not make me fake bite it for a napkin spit...

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"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged 
the once good Poesie folk 
to jeer and throw pebbles

the Raven looked 
on with the eyes of a wolf 
black...

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