Best Driven Poems

"Curls...
Of spring passion?
Lacerations of decadence?
coiled in ringlets at the nape of her neck-
light wrapped in strands iridescent and bent
toward her silhouette's kiss.
Shadows on a match box painting
absorbing the skin and silk shed cloth."

Frozen air movement shakes me awake
as another museum goer
brushes by my sleeve in...

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Searching here and there, hither and thither not knowing when to stop
The road is long the path is narrow the hill so steep, is there a top?
Each twist and turn, a new obstacle, something else to overcome
But there is a way, a map for your...

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I'm driving on a road that pours into the sky...
                            The scenery I can almost touch like paper...

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Driven to Distraction

Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
An innocent photo
Fantasizes
Her word repeated
Re-read and re-initiated
Touches
Swims me through 
Her soul
Finds my spirit
Traversing the spaces
Hanging with kisses

She repeats
And replete
On tantalizings
Almost tasted
I fall
Control-less
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
In the images
She painted
Enchanted
The rick and cot
Of desire
In sheets and...

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Driven Crazy in 41

You were there in forty one, 
When Australia it called,
King  an country it was fun,
 Adventure it enthralled.

On a hill in Syria,
 Death was to be denied,
French Foreign Legion plastered you ,
And several Aussies died.

75 mm cannon gave you shellshock,
Amongst a...

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i hear the ticking of the clock
it's in my head and in my heart
the pulse of life doubtlessly finite
so many things i want to do

the tic toc getting louder
it echoes in my brain
rummaging through images and dreams
while time rings evermore elusive

i get up in the...

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I longed for love—love pure like driven snow,
untouched and virgin—in the years to come:
but years did come and go until (O woe!)
it, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Heartbroken, never I a princess met
or maiden girl with whom to spend long nights
of ardent love. (Alas!...

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In a world of pain, war and strife
Where men’s heart are filed with greed,
Their words as deadly as a sharpened knife,
Our youths need a vision to make it alright through life.

Where deception, envy and pride are the orders of the day
And hope, life’s precious glue,...

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beautifully evoked ~ 
           inspired art imagined 
           soft rain falls
      
        ...

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The Book of Proverbs deals with wisdom and instructions 
Its God's word on how to live a life of knowledgeable production 
Its a reflection on godly actions and godly behavior 
A wisdom driven book served with some spiritual flavor 
So when you read this book...

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Motivationally Driven



I have so much motivation
there’s no replacin’ me…
The earth is stressin’ 
from starvation with this lack of motivation
while I’m undressin’ possibilities
The no-go mode is not within me
I’m on the show and go mission
so nothing can stop me
and I’m freely flying like an eagle gliding
towards...

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Must I hear the word "cool "one more time 
Blaring from movies, TV in a time called prime

The only thing prime about prime time TV
Is its effort to seek out just how annoying it can be
Words like COOL, SEXY, TEENAGER are like the
itch of a...

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DRIVEN

you need to alleviate your stress
by laughing at yourself
and the madness
that drives you further from your self
down the long winding road
without pause to reflect on your loneliness;
your motor addicted to the thine white lie:
the difference between what is
and what merely might be.
how can you tell...

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The keys rattled gently in his pocket.
Gradual jumps like the ocean,
Peaking with every heart
Or every step.
The music was in sleep
Allowing silence for thought
To contemplate on the sun,
Of this clean, clear October.

He sunk his eyes into the core
Of pale and fresh above,
Ember, his numbed head rocked...

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Where does one start a journey, a journey to their where
Whilst a peripheral life abounds, in continual I don't care

On their journey of ones life, no mediation to reason
Whilst in the depths of married life, can lie continual treason

For in these continual lies, no care...

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