Best Elsewhere Poems

She,
hung a,
Hummingbird,
Feeder near the,
Window of my room,
So I can look outside,
See life again as God's gift,
And raise my broken spirits up.
She doesn't know how much she gives me,
But I vow to live because she loves me....

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Gusts upon the green blades buzzing with synergy
While morning sun rays placed its striped bee patterns
Cast upon my face like some radiant Zebra energy
From across the universal rings of Saturn


excerpted from "Saturn's" Rings posted May 2019 on 4-22-20
for Rithimus Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory...

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I need inspiration…
But I don’t know where to find some.
I’ve been told to look across the horizon
And down a hall somewhere
But I still haven’t found any
So I guess I’ll keep looking elsewhere...

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"Hey stop
If ye be a poet
Smile through my teeth"


An inscription on a tombstone in memory of Peter Elsewhere who was a poet.







© r.k.chakrabarty
Written on 5th Nov, 2014...

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Today it's raining elsewhere,
Tomorrow they have a chance of snow,
How do we get elsewhere,
If we ever choose to go

We are getting nowhere,
Racking our feeble brains
My mind is Elsewhere
Can I get there by train

They have gone elsewhere,
Is this elsewhere near?
Do they have pubs elsewhere?
It would be...

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In South Africa, we imitate Thanksgiving, even "Black Friday!"
Is it business or American culture-wannabees
I hear awkward Howdys; "How U doing?" Narratives of "space ...customer care"
Just as plastic bags decorate sidewalks, veld, pretty cities. Krag, "power,"
Is out more than "on," and the same for water "Loadshedding,"
One...

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It's about reincarnation - some believe, some don't,
the thing is - you're going to reach a point, like it or not;
let's look at the positives - just imagine it's good,
pause for a moment - just be flexible, if you could.

Look at your life - was...

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The slip-slopping of her slip-slops
filled the kitchen
while I sat, listened, waited,
and then the lounge
and the kitchen again,
slip-slop-slip-slop...
The passage was filled momentarily
and then the room adjacent,
and the passage again, 
slip-slop back into the kitchen,
and I did not wait anymore.
Into the lounge again,
now no slip-slopping, just her...

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   Paris is gay
     Madrid sways
   Munich's beer flows  
     Amsterdam's tulips grow

   New York and Chicago
     high grime and crime
   San Fran and...

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You are elsewhere,
beyond where life is lived,
deep in some cave
of the head where only
a faint glow of sunlight 
penetrates the dark
and casts the images
of your mind 
upon an inner wall.

I call out to you
but hear
only your breath pause
and then the sound
of you digging deeper
into the...

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YOU CANNOT BREAK THROUGH
MY PRECIOUS ARMOR
MY HANDS ARE TIED
BEHIND MY BACK
MY LIPS ARE SEALED
AND MY HEART IS BROKEN
HALFWAY BETWEEN HERE AND THERE
I FOUND NOWHERE
AND HELD IT CLOSE
AND KISSED ITS CHEEK
I'VE BEEN GONE
FOR A MILLION YEARS
AND I DON'T THINK I'LL MAKE IT BACK
IN TIME FOR SUNDAY.

96...

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Someone told me about
wet ocher leaves
blanketing this colorless man,
standing still in places
that tear apart.

He had maps of dark paths
that he followed, 
sadly leading only to absence,
there falling away like viridian,
melting as do mummies 
in salt water,
changing from solid to flow,
opening tiny voids in his heart....

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there is a place between hurry and procrastination
there is a place between relief and frustration
there is a place between somber and silly
there is a place between jam and jelly

elsewhere, elsewhere
it never appears but is elsewhere
every place has come from elsewhere
everybody has come from elsewhere
but no...

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Daffodils grow out the back of my head.
I wish they were purple tulips instead.
My job pays well, but I don’t make as much as Leek.
I lament this fact, ruining part of my week.
My family is good, but Kim’s seems better.
I spend my life grousing, jealous...

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Not always but

The Search is often

Engaged In writings 

Of the past..

Such writings may be

Handed down from

Sages who have 

Weathered the criticisms

Of the centuries..

A deference to their

Words is accepted

As the search ensues..

There seems also

The appearance of

A realization that

All of this is story 

Equal to other stories

Of...

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