Best Eddied Poems

Metaphors and similes exude when scripting poetic verse.
Across pale parchment, the poet's pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses like life blood, rushing through his eddied veins
as he ignores cramped fingers while writing echoing refrains.

Each stanza arranged by sequence in the creation of a story.
Sometimes his mysterious...

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The Curse of the Dead Sea

Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore,
as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied,
salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning
into a...

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reflective pool
calm, still, dark, enchanting...
Eve's youth eddied  ...

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Liquified Dream

As a splattering of genius juices streamed and eddied within my
cranium, opening covert courses of enlightenment, splurging 
thoughts and gushing ideas, wherein, creativity was some 
resonating flood of information gurgling afterthought
culminating in an outburst of energetic sensation
drenched with a peace of mind and soaked...

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Grand dreams that weep from vaults amidst the rain

Rouge billowed cheeks bleed soft from twilight's hem

Each star bounds heaven's breast, one glistened gem

All birthed from realms thus spawned to dwindle pain

To reach those depths where fancies bloom and grow


Ebbed tides sweep back from shores of...

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Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen 
when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse.
Across the width of pale parchment pages 
the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses fathoms deep within me like life blood, 
rushing through the eddied channels...

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Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic 
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind 
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man 
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock, 
and, oh yes, in a dirty orange unrav'ling 
woolen cap with flopping pom-pom....

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of the W.A.C. Bennett Dam. “This Was Our Valley” tells that...

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WITH RAIN CAME LOVE
Cool breeze
Cumulus clouds
Breeze solidifies,
Drizzling
Monsoon rain
White threads move to
Heavy shower.
Rain smiles
And with rain came love.
Long journeys
Longing leaning on his back
In the valley
Where meteors shower
Unexpected momentary moments
Eddied life,
Glimpses like water bubbles
Shadows overpowered specks of lights
Specks of laurels
Sudden borders to dreams
Yonder in the sky departing...

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UNSUPPORTED CODE 

I have stood atop the Ardeche cliffs,            
and surveyed the river far below,
as she carves a pockmarked limestone rift;
a distant view, an orderly flow.        ...

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Shooting sixty four rapids in the time stream

Powder milk biscuits helped yours truly, 
a Norwegian farmer wannabe feel bold
enough to weather inclement
steady rain which swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold,
though frigid sensation I extolled 
before undertow willingly

steadily, and nimbly...

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Steady rain swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold
before undertow willingly

steadily, and nimbly pulled this former
ace swimmer into watery fold
quelling, relinquishing, and taking
my hard won mettle of gold
earned early in primetime, now

at last...preemptive quiescent salvation
sluiced into unbarred
Davy Jones's locker hold
all...

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Deep restless thoughts that eddied in midnight disclosure, 
My old mind shivered in traumatic tribulations.
No treats for dissolute persons to seal composure.
My mind filled with moths and other abominations.

I dreaded the spooky strength of my demon nightmare, 
Defying all useless urges of vigilant trance, 
Perpetual...

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The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
     one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings, 
          breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that, nay,
    ...

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