Best Ere Poems

All are feeling anxious on the old camp ground this night.
Weary Yanks are girding for tomorrow's awful fight.
Young soldiers loll about, staring blankly into slowly dying embers,
Dreaming of home, recalling happier times that each remembers.

Supper is finished, the usual rancid coffee, hardtack and beans.
The sentries...

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Terror filled me ere I slept,
Horrors loomed behind closed eyes.
I recalled Your promise kept;
Darkest visions turned to peaceful sighs.



FIRST PLACE WINNER
(For the ‘Lind30’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
2/4/22)
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~In reply to Rick's prelude shown below~


I am your rose, free of thorns
walk beside me and conceive
our spirits mingling in love
hearts singing in perfect harmony

A sweet concerto beneath the stars
duet applauded by a haloed moon
in refrain, our kisses lingering
'ere the sun casts the glow of...

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Don't stop the CHOP
dash the glorious bits of foam and froth
let the leeward side fill
let the fertile delta pray 
for mercy from Poseidon
All hail the storm God...

Angry, black-and-blue, bruise 
the coast, claim the futile calm...
meditate on the black hole of the abyss
Can’t STOP the chop…

Brash...

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The languid days of summer passed so fleet - autumn's almost here.
Alas, I've fiddled around and left so many things undone, I fear.
Now, I must hustle about and cease buildin' castles in the sky,
Ere the honkin' geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!

There's corn to...

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She came she strived 
She forged through 
Making success a mockery 
Your dance a mystery 
Your laugh an history
It was a disturbing wonder 
To leave and not be forgotten 
Lying still but not silent 
Breaking fetters 
Crossing borders 
Draining the years 
Running like sand 
Between...

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Poetry is talking in a box
With rules and locks
Over what you can say
And the way
With meter and rhyme,
Rhythm and time
To be sought
Or not.
Then why write.
I'll bite.
Oh, that was a question?
It was the best one.

by E. Marshall Evans...

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Our prison is strong,
And made stronger still,
By men who work to break the hour,
And till,
One reaps, and the other sows their will-

Here the abyss harvests,
All of passions power-
To build each brick, cell, prison, tower,
Keeping each state, 
United, under the dominion of hell,
Which with shades of...

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ERE WE FORGET
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to be at one with nature... why we should...
it's what sustains all life... for our own good...
we... the minority... have begged humans...
to abide by mother natures demands...
to think she has rules... no... there what we make...
to dig... and bury... no more can we...

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"How long is now?" - you 
asked and I was aware that 
there is no after

after this we have 
already reached the end; the 
end of our very

beginning. So, it
is on us now whether to 
dare to step one step 

further into the 
livelong midst...

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Like a string of smoke
                             Slithering...
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Alone I walked and unspoken I tried,
Unseen I searched and unknown was I hoped.
O Lord! My Lord! Something's there in this road.
Will not you answer what is this deep doubt?
The road's windy and rainy, do tell me,
Lest my dim heart would ever be gloomy.

Please O...

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yes, the stars shine bright ere the clouds
bright spotlights in a vast darkness
sadly unseen, above dense shrouds
in the universe, it's vastness

on the night when clouds give in, thin.
o the milky way, its glory
many a tale, told on a whim
ere it is no jackanory

tales of many...

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Early on, ere the grassy knoll gathers momentum
  huddled shivering against the ground, stemless tops 
of yellow dot the lawns of the old neighborhood, signaling
  winter's demise without shouting Spring too loudly...

In a wink or a blink of an eye, these wild buttons...

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I lay still,feeling futile 
Is this really how Love should be? 
Somehow you appear as a phantom 
As if i do not know you at all, 
Is this a true space? 
Where you are so grand 
And i am so small. 
'Ere I sleep 
I...

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