Best Entombs Poems

In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow
the winter winds do softly blow
and with the moon’s pale silver light
I sink into the arms of silent night.
the blankets soft the room so still
a peaceful hush a restful thrill.
I close my eyes to dreams I flee
embraced in calm…...

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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 tumultuous seas;
I’m in the heart of the abyssal deep.
The billowing waters; they crest and fall,
Enmesh and sweep.

Disjointed and astray from...

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I am the tundra barren cold and numb
A frozen wasteland where no light can reach
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.

In icy silence where no whimpers humb
My thoughts like glaciers grind, erode, and breach
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.

The Amazon within once vital thrumb
Of...

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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 mashing 
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper. 
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled 
yellowed with age....

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 Love is always a majestic,
              long-suffering
                  beauty of destiny.    
 ...

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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 most fair, walking with an essence
Of smoldering evil and the smell of burnt sulfur fumes oozing
Outwardly catching upon the chilling...

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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 entombs these castaways.
For faceless crowds take no notice,
how the lowest-caste end their days.
 
A woman with a giant heart
felt India's...

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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 back to sumptuous fairs
Of Samarkand yore whence I dallied with dulcet-toned damsels
Just that my incognito pursuit here had little need...

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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 nourishment for my soul – my spirit being fed
by looking glass images, images that slip through the crack

in my day...

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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 he lays claim? 

He gives tongue to the anemic, weakened mettle
Wheezing his nidorous, putrid breath into its chambers, 
Leaving behind...

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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 reach out to the perilous sky to catch a moon so still,
In the breadth of stars no dawn entombs us,...

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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 mist entombs the trees.
All is still – no hint of breeze.
Like soup the mist lies in the vale;
All colours bleached,...

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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, realities obscene 
and too depraved
Quite more on nightmares than dwelt 
dreams  yet dark and highly craved

Consumes my mind on...

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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 sight....

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Squatting in the insouciant syrup of a somber solid sucrose,
I’m cemented in a molasses morose and its lipogenic fructose.

The glucose gathers as regurgitated nectar barfed by a buzzing swarm,
And what’s inside is fossilized into a saccharine sticky form.

Alas, an amber chamber for a saprophagous future,
Entombs...

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