Best Dwellings Poems

An episode of birds hovers beneath 
a marmalade moon , just for a while,
as  cotton-clouds sweep
the brushed limbs of a sky ready
to cradle the...

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Mind Dance

I hear you calling me
I feel you on the wind
Playing with my hair
Grazing my cheek
With kiss’s shadow

Upon your distant shores
Perched on craggy rocks
Upon sunlit...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids, ...

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"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601

towering redwoods 
forest dwellers born before Christ’s time on Earth
spreading arms to lofty...

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A Poem as a Tribute on Mothers  Day Part 1

In the broad day light of one May afternoon,
When the heat of Sun was scorching...

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Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.

In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one...

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Fire destroyed my home
  Flames engulfed my possessions
    Fire seared a hole in my heart

Wildfires ravage a forest
  Trees, wildlife,...

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Magic Beans of Many Colors

In a magical fairyland I reside, 
herons, toucans, rainbow lorikeets, peacock angels,
hummingbirds, ostrich, even a cockatrice
of magnificent colors that harmonize.
They take...

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VIVA LA ELVIS

In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts...

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In the still waters of the morning’s glow, I’ve watched the
Frozen silence as the moon quietly melts away, into the chilling
Warmth of the rising run...

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In the stray lavender of twilight
as cactis' spindled obelisks
brush spreading lapis sky
a honeyed sun 
holds tight
to desert crags
for a last glimpse
of fulgid sage
and adobe rainbow...

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ESCAPE INTO REALITY

Escapists---fantasizing about worthless things
Well trained in our worldly ways and feelings
Struggling to visualize our predestined callings
Escapists—fantasizing about worthless things

Reality-- disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings
Pursuing...

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In Monolithic monuments are the bringers of the derelict dawn
I see many idolatrous idols, forged in ancient bibliothecal Babylon
Within worshipful winds, that carry words of...

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