Best Embankments Poems

The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the strengthening light, 
In its deliberate and unconcerned      
Way, heightening, with increasing vigour,   ...

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Mountain melt trickles a pure innocence
ever closer to her fluent destiny
with each lingering kiss from the sun
Wooded embankments overflow 
the ancient river starts to grow
and faster and faster she 
pushes her way downstream

Here is where you'll find me
on the side of the bend
at the base...

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The hectic world is like a giant ocean.
Every day we wake up and dive in.
We dive into our work, activities, or 
errands we must do inside this great big world of blue!

Our friends and family, at least to me, would be
the good times we enjoy...

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I must say Peter, I've had the most extraordinary day. It all started when I woke up this morning. I was brushing my teeth with this new toothpaste Pepsibrite and literally after just a few minutes, I was amazed at how white my teeth became....

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Spawned from the loins that 
Perpetuated the loyal serfs mongrel
Seed:-
These peoples of a conditioned and
"Resigned-To-it-all" breed.
Born into the enveloping tedium
Of interlocking days...Interwoven
With interlocking days -
Victims of stark circumstance
And vague promises unmade.
Gregariously living out their lives
When warmly embraced by
Every self-serving boast brazenly
Conveyed...
To be exploited, and thus,
Insidiously...

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Hear not the silence in the new fallen snow
embankments high of drifted wonder hide
all that winter buries underneath its surface
and cocoons itself in an invisible whisper
when temperatures rise, sounds of rustling begin
from the depths of a volitional quietus 
small lives will break beyond their shells
as...

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Sprinkle More Lies

Sweet little lies we bank upon when the heart goes weak
And insecurities bar ears from wanting to hear truths
Yet beautiful in themselves, bringing surplus happiness

My little babe fell down and bruised her knee
She wailed loud to raise a pandemonium
I medicated her wound and...

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I have poured out my heart      like water
But only those understanding      will see
I have laid the grief      of the children
before the King      appointed to be


I...

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BERWICK – ON – TWEED    MARKET



Cold, even in summer
Vast bastide hides the place.
Tweed widens and shallows:
Its sallows harbor salmon.
In the  ancient market place
Sneaky ancient marketeers pace,
Their faces seeking trade:
Fowl, flesh, or fish 
Old or fresh, for cash.


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NOTES


*Bastide  means a ...

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January is a fascinating gateway to cool hand crispy, 
Fooling us yearly. 
Appearing overnight, as we dream of warmer things.
Covers the earth with her glistening white beauty, 
Knows we will be mesmerized by her dazzlingness.
Enthralled by her crispy, clean looking  white-sheet pureness

We wake up...

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... road slowly knifes through

    embankments of reddish earth

    scarred soil of my birth ......

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still my chin is shining with
the remnants of those smiles you
fed me till they flooded the
embankments of my undefended mouth

yet my hair already shows
the moths that having met the light
are folding now their wings like
spiders organize their legs for death...

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Euphoric growth and gracious space, could no one lay a finger on Scarlett’s place
The daisies breed and seed sunshine as if the heavens hovered and covered the 
saturated earth
In her world she inhibits sleek habitation lushness of her blossoms nourish the vast 
vegetation.  She’s...

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The numerous dirty-white mounds
Of snow that lined the narrow street
Stood like fortified embankments;
Each varying in height and width
Depending on the autos size.
Each space of eminent domain
Was illegally claimed either
By dozens of plastic lawn chairs,
Trash cans, anything to obstruct
Entry into this reserved spot.
I wonder if the...

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The canal poked like a finger
into the wrinkled abdomen
of the Port. Along its length,
ketches once bruised
wooden wharves unloading wheat
shipped from outports across the gulf.
Pigeons stalked the spill of grain
from hessian bags torn 
by wharfies hooks. Port Adelaide’s 
pigeons were kept well fed.

I can remember being...

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