Best Entombs Poems

I wade the waterside enticing death.
The sea extols the brash to th’ outermost
Abyss. A ‘know it all’, I challenged this 
Watery host.

I capsized in the...

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I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth, 
the feel of the grain 
on the skin. 
Words do not exist 
thanks to the...

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 Love is always a majestic,
             long-lived, long-suffering
     ...

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In the elliptical nights moonshine of night, a figure of lavender
And aged white lace, roams amongst the rocky sea shore, a 
Glittering phantom of beauty...

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Swarms of flies infest teary eyes,
the untouchables have no worth.
And live and die in the gutters,
shunned by society since birth.

The sick occupy the shadows,
where death...

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releasing me - of minutes, hours, days - of being bored,
as age creeps into my bed, and what is left, is in my head
- providing...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Nineteen

“Not that I had not spied your tulip-lipped doting jasmine airs
Nor the way your wraith-like form take me...

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I wonder...
Wherever this nebulous varmint is
Here, there, everywhere 
Does he ever look to himself in shame
He who leaves his iniquitous stains 
For all the hatred...

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Desire is held in noble dream, inspired by the silence of night,
Willed to the merciless cold of senility, in a chill of evening darkness...
Our hands...

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This sudden urge I've come to feel is 
rapture at my gate
Not more on sudden than is subtle but 
weary of this spate
Thoughts of dreams,...

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October now is on its way;
November mists are here to stay.
With mornings dark and damp and drear
The wintry blast is ever near.
	Welcome to November.

A mournful...

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And with a breath, or lack thereof, I whisper from the light of Night, 
And warn of what will wither whence 
The Day entombs thy...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by...

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THE   DESTINY.


This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by...

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