Best Dosed Poems

Upon the doorstep of my paradise,
     You’ll find h e l l i s h pansies and t a i n t e d tulips,
     obscured within a heart-shaped topiary….
     As the sky...

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Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment, 
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames 
of grief burning deep within my heart.
It's a fire I cannot douse or smother.

If there is a balm, something known to man,
I beseech you, bathe me in...

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At sunrise newlyweds wandered from camp
hiking into unfamiliar terrain.
And now they have to spend the night in the
desert despite their unbearable thirst.

The sweltering heat of the day lingers
as the sun sets just behind the mountains.
And darkness merges with inky shadows
pooling deep within the cooler crevices.

They...

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This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment :
for the raw melding, of life imprisonement
and death behind the bars. The sin had
	
seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view
of the caravan passing on the shifting sand
of quarter-century; the devastation had turned

black in smug...

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A rebuttal to Lord Tennyson's famous lines of 'In Memoriam' ~
"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."


Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment, 
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames 
of grief burning deep...

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Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken fried
And preacher's young son rang the old church bell
Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry
The throng laughed away,...

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>I have a blinking broken foot.  
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
&
Poetry soup honourably mentioned.

I have a blinking broken foot.
My left one can you not see.
The picture’s on my Facebook page.
For all of you, to preen!
I did not do it in action.
Nothing brave...

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WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

				

When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or white
Most everything then was wrong or right

I trusted anything that was dosed to me
I thought all ideas were given motive...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had brought him here,
That and the rumoured treasure.

The cook was thin, just bones and skin,
And constantly in a bad mood,
Though he...

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I was reading by a lamp,                                                a book I had gotten for Christmas.                   ...

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 A Letter to Granddad

I remember the last moments before you passed away
Walking out the door, and hearing you say
“I can’t remember his face, I can’t remember his name”
I could hear in your voice, your suffering and pain
It truly hurt to notice, what you had...

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COPLA 90 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

The more you’re Yang the more the Yin
Will seek to plague you : that’s the Law :
Must mess such mean

The consummate Yang does not win
Asceticism’s outside the Law :
Golden’s the mean

If you think you’re the Son of God
The Yin...

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Charcoal tar and gold brown tobacco
are both packed into a paper stick pressed
firm and trusting to the lips of a modern shaman
inhaling a cloud of harsh, strong, bold, and bitter barbs
that caress the tongue and prick and stick to pink organ flesh.

Disorientating nicotine is potentate...

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She who holds a seamlessly symmetrical silhouette 
so supple to the touch 
coupled by hips on sticks of tango, that inimitable set of pins 
simper at all that you clutch 

Bob nearer the eyes of delight 
now attune and bound for that which you pine....

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I’ve learnt to understand that….
A prohibitive degree of inner freedom –
Not a caprice but a strain.
Up to the end it will remain!

I’ve learnt to understand that….
The tales we dream up
We write out of our own head.
And…. we should cherish that!

I’ve learnt to break up the...

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