Best Escorted Poems

My training at Starfleet was over, they were now deploying me
I was over the moon when they called; I was full of glee
I entered the...

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When sea gods invisibly show their glory
They’re escorted by their elusive sea army;
Vow before them, their loud rhapsodic chords play,
As heard in light of blue...

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daylight hours 
Ozzie and Ben at the picnic table
milkweeds dance across the board
chess match underway all day, every day

many stories shared, some repeated; neither cared...

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In nineteen forty four on the third of September
Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember
It was the date of the last train...

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The leaves were changing as I walked my way, 
All different colors they were today.
I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before. 
A feeling of...

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My name is Paul Carter and I want to tell you my tragic story
About the wrong path I chose in life, that wasn't one of...

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On December the twenty eight in the year eighteen ninety
Major Samuel Whitside was on patrol, with the seventh cavalry
When they sighted a party of Indians...

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For shame I write again
And indulge your memory 
Doting on you baselessly,
As though you’re a man
For shame, I have no remedy

Because as a child, I...

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Paradise Psalms

Island drums midst strewn drafts, echoes,
Involved labyrinths summon by themes,
Some rhapsody erupts, purging rocks,
Every village, swelling amid chants,
Empty huts, crowds around fires,
Swayed hips, held...

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GOLD AND BLOOD 

Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a 
     ...

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‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust’

(No one is going to bust up MY insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and...

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We loaded up for a Sunday drive
The Ozark Mountains were alive
Wild dogwoods of pink and white
Every shade of green in sight
Blooming jonquils and daffodils
Woodpeckers, blue...

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The portrait of marriage a
Mosaic,
Made from hundreds of pieces, 
Large and small but all of the 
Same importance, 
Together put 
In 
A masterful way for...

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For everyday since that meeting 
He came back to peer within
And Myla had grown brave
And began to talk to him

To the voice he listened intently
Always...

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I've searched nearby hillocks and sand.
They've gone missing sooner than late:
no wildflowers to perk barren land,
gypsy flowers by garden gate.

Where are those tiny violets
that snuggled...

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