Best Dredged Poems

Many ingredients bake writing inspiration.
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:  

Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized by nature’s appeal;
Ageless genuine emotional traces
sifted thru heart rendered graces; 
Equal parts family and romantic love
as roasted within, without and...

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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else...

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Painting You

Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights, 
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…

Next, I embrace the required courage
To face the blank canvas; to dip my brush 
In...

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No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.

Seconds cloned from darkest matter
Mutated minutes dredged by fear
Mind confusion as reason shatters
Innocents lanced by emotion's spears.

Flowers edge the steps and...

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My boat rocks gently under a reddening sun,
is it wrong to wish for a Viking burial,
to ponder a last journey West
into the dying light?

Strangers have always been my friends,
they intuit
the liquid and inflammable nature
of this thing we do.

I could rest my soul here in this...

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When fearful voices in the night began to cry,
Roaring from countless dreams behind the scream,
Dribbled eyes gazing into darkness at the vast sky,
This darksome turn, down into a wet pool of frown.
 
Perhaps the living of everyday hurts so much
Being stuck in this world always...

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Dredged from the depths of a shaken Sennen seashell
she hears once more his voice, low, sonorous tones, sees the bones

of her past laid out, splayed out, another story
playing out, can feel it in her bones,

his voice burrowing in, deep beneath skin,
a cold blade digging in,...

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TO PRESERVE YOUR HEALTH
   YOU MUST RESERVE YOUR DATE AND TIME
TO ENTER THE EMPIRE OF DEATH

“Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort!"

      Sign in Paris Catacombs

SKELETON OF PARIS

i dared each dank step
into the catacombs of Paris
thank the Lord
each...

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Like many merchant vessels
That sailed from our Mersey shore
This sturdy piece of timber
Can hold its own in tales of yore

A dried up piece of flotsam
Washed up on Wirral banks
Was dutifully cleaned and dressed
And a verse written on its shank

Amid the other bits of timber
That made...

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It was the day I wanted the most
Yet dreaded as the worst,
Seeing the jumpmaster’s eyes
Way up there in the sky,
Waiting for the scream
“This is a paratroopers’ dream
Stand in the door—lean and mean!”
C130 paratrooper’s Jet, 1500 feet above earth
M16 Weapon by my side, ready to hit...

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I frequently have a day,
When I merely need space;
To clear my mind of things,
And get thoughts in place.

I've little to talk about,
No worthwhile thing to share.
Eyes frozen on something,
I just sit, think, and stare.

I think about moot things,
Or perhaps friends I've known.
Dredged deep from my...

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All wars scourged bodies and souls--
Torn spirits and dredged feet of the fowls

Ravished by rabid gargoyles of prey
Scuppered dreams of the reapers of hay

Wars circled the world of May
'tis emblem are ruins and remnants of flay

Wars for peace can be penned on paper
Words and spikes...

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They were as Jonah was,
cast down into the belly of the whale
They were soon to experience
every unimaginable horror on this ship of hell

On the voyage of the damned,
     you hear the cries of the condemned
Be prepared to die as well,
 ...

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Your waters cleanse
   my red-stained night,
       my dredged thoughts,
             rich petals drenched
             ...

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THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on slope
Are left to sip these  carcinogenic dusts, sapling
And entwined between vague horror.

A river source, from Stone Age
Which flows across...

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