Best Enunciated Poems

Golden sun enlightens contours of violet arc
Painting mauve motifs on canvas of cosmic art
When constellation of dewdrops sparkle on grass
And thoughts of your allure enchant my heart,

As in pristine meadows of sensuous past I walk 
Holding hands of dawn to reminisce love that was
When you...

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A sudden rain
cloaked the rail path
Lightning strikes were furious
Thunder storms drum big
Windows drenched in rain
Unable to see the scenes
Uncertain about the future 
As we were trapped inside 

Dreading the journey,
Holding my dad's fingers
I closed my eyes;
Leaning on his arms
Lamenting the harms
Frightened me, cried

To wipe out...

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I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists

enunciated more clearly,

than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,

and grabbed me, held me still.

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Fresh...novel - ingenuous in this nifty world of poetry
The congregation of well-versed and eloquent poets
Reflexion occupied and inhabited within your bosom
Comments - indited and penned by your hand, 
Enunciated and explicated by your psyche
Behind of what is envisioned and construed
Philia augmented and fruited
Yielding the sweets...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped and sang the alphabet into life
our life, our joy, our phonetic rhapsody,
the consonants kicked and the syllables scrambled
a speedy scrimmage...

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Faces of death stare against my raptured skin.

Silently, they watch me in frigid judgment.

I used to run from them in unholy matrimony,
Peeling the sins from my teardrops
Wishing they would

Just go away.

The brown-skinned disease normalized her penetrating, 
Gaslit disgust against the smiles,
Against the faith
“YOU HAD IT...

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The names of success spoken slowly, enunciated with near perfection.
Begetters delighted while warriors of knowledge even prouder.

Frame the object with that pride, etched in bold colors of quested victory.
Intended to render focus where future awaits with her breath of betterment.

Render the mortar board square, keeping...

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The grass has turned green again 
Parachuting life in our wounded hearts 
Grass buried underground for decades 
Is sprouting from the root once more
Blades standing tall and strong 
Embracing the hopeless ones. 

I heard a tiny whisper and then
These words from an old hymn
Enunciated repeatedly...

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Acute advice for those* who would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL: Valiarithal - K475
[*like presidents, prime and chief ministers, dictators or even modern-day "emperors" under the guise of revolutionary leaders of oppressed peoples]

Note: In this the 48th Canto, Valluvar is back - from the purely...

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More appropriate advice from the THIRUK-KURAL to those* who would be King: VALIARITHAL - Understanding the Wielding of Power
[*like presidents, prime and chief ministers, dictators or even modern-day "emperors" under the guise of revolutionary leaders of oppressed peoples]

Note: In this the 48th Canto, Valluvar is...

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appropriate advice from the THIRUK-KURAL to those* who would be King: VALIARITHAL - Understanding the Wielding of Power, K473 and K474
[*like presidents, prime and chief ministers, dictators or even modern-day "emperors" under the guise of revolutionary leaders of oppressed peoples]

Note: In this the 48th Canto,...

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Failing Light


Come you not by faltering keyboard
Or the disastrous fandango’s of poetic minds

The niches and grand beaches of eloquent ink
Lost to us now

Mourned are such names
Who by inspiration alone delighted

Cut from swathes by idiotic stalks
Have ground their words to paltry dust

But beginnings must
And so in...

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Traduced! Forgive but don’t forget is the adage
How can one heal whilst storing the ugly image?
It’s the lie entailed by cowardice…

So a mind, replete with forgiven but unforgotten
Turns irrational and presumes in verbiage rotten!
Imminently, bruises need a poultice…

Mired in all the untoward-pardoned-unforgettable
Eclipsed visages twist-taunt into...

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Saturday Afternoon Before Jack’s 2nd Birthday

A Caravelle wall clock behind me
  ticks away muffled minutes,
Its black pointed hands 
   reaching upward and downward;

The EXIT sign above the open white door
    (to which is scotch taped a WELCOME notice,
 ...

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The Lord spoke to me in dominion.
As a protectorate, he gave vision.
He said through intoned power that the renunciation of a religious faith 
     must be enunciated.
As a woman of God, I pledge allegiance to his way.
I am monotheistic in faithfulness.
My...

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