Best Draughts Poems

To my Sun, l've become
silent to the screeching 
screams from sirens, 
hiding beneath sapphire seas.
I'm floating like tepid
ripples in wandering waves, 
serenading in songs 
from...

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Wind Song

Winter winds whoosh over the wilderness
In wild waltzes that warn of wanton storms.

On zephyr’s wings spring floats through soft breezes
Soft touch on tender petals
Feels...

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                Big Bubbles
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The dead do not sing,
  nor do they cry;
  and oft wonder why,
  they dance with death ---
  and play draughts...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
           ...

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Thoughts hither, slither like a snake,
          Thru fetid weeds to reach your lips,
   ...

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Extreme temperatures
Melting of glaciers 
Rising sea level
Wildfires
Forests' obliteration
Draughts
Drying up of lakes and rivers
Desertification 
Hurricanes
Storms
Floodings, and
Landslides 
Is the vocabulary, Mother Nature uses, to
Pen ts stern warning...

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As leaves begin to plummet, 
The sun subsides earlier, too.
The moon ascends humming
love songs.
With silvery sonatas of you.

Outside, the once warm winds,
have removed their seductive rapture.
Now...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In...

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I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
 
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I...

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essence pure of all you are
luminous as angel stars

clearly tracked your soul flight
vast pensive universe delights

soul fragrance unlocked, opened
this heart fast closed, broken

breathing you in...

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Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would...

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He told me
 his last 
 real conversation was in
 nineteen-fifty-five. And that was
  thirty minutes
 on the sidewalk
 with an interested stranger.
 Those...

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Come to the waters as they freely flow
from that vast life giving stream.
Drink many draughts of the water of life,
it is pure, refreshing and clean.

You...

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Home sweet home, Africa my mother's land
Where mornings arise with beautiful sounds of joyful birds
Giving thanks to the one who gave them life.

A peaceful yet...

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