Best Escrow Poems

This love, enduring - ballast of the soul
is ever curing, thee to mine, not role,
but a clear stream of commonplace, of knoll,
that not division's grinding can control!

Heart spoken, not then of some earthly toll,
life's emptying - its prisons, its extol
is neither weight's dissension or escrow,
that...

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Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held 
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly 
charm can bestow

Fair maiden strides through 
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted 
flora doth wallow

Overhead, azure canvas paints a 
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's 
afterglow

Beneath, green clover spreads its 
downy...

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After the world has bottomed you up
like a brown bag, no label wine.
All. Day. Long.
Plopping your worn glass, 
empty, on a Whirlpool cardboard box...
Absorbing, drying
all once-upon-a-time, 'Made In China', 
condo-walled dreams.

Your buddy, 'Thunderbird', twitches whiskers
over glistening gutter teeth.

Dandelions in cement cracks.

Ah, life is good. Sleep...

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Santa lost his “NAUGHTY or NICE” list this year, 
What happened to the helpful elves he hired?
Which SPOILED children will exuberate in cheer, 
which one of his elves will ultimately be fired?
What kind of devised SCHEME has transpired?

So many questions with unknown facts,
Who is responsible...

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I’m not certain when it happens.
When the high fidelity stereo of a youthful past
Drowns in the monophonic static of tomorrow’s responsibilities.
When cowboys and indians or cops and robbers
Become traffic tickets and the politically correct, Native Americans.
When the king of the castle ends up under a...

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THE EYES OF MY REFLECTION

March 6, 2014 


Reflections
Tell stories
yours and mine
the eyes of my
reflection sees a refection
Peering out of
the glass or bouncing 
off ripples in clear water,
my eye's see the eyes of
my reflection deciding how
to transmit. 

The image that is
no longer the one 
that used...

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THE EYES OF MY REFLECTION


Reflections
Tell stories
yours and mine
the eyes of my
reflection sees a
Reflection.
Peering out of
the glass or bouncing 
off ripples in clear water,
my eye's see the eyes of
my reflection deciding how
to transmit. 

The image that is
no longer the one 
that used to be.
since it is...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thought, how resounding it is,
 now that everyone is thinking
 mentation drums as mantra,
 at once each considers linking
 reason deemed illogical,
 blessed now with national rethinking
 purpose gathered within this storm,
 save our lives from sinking.

 Political misdirection's blind US,
 to the...

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Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me' ...

 and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show
... I Know...

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KILLED BY GI JOE

No now longer do feel low
Tide started coming in slow
And could feel its flow.

Seeds we had planted below
Sprang up and started to grow
Party we did through.

What was now in our escrow
Which one was a lot of dough
Ain't there anymo'.

I next wondered to...

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Azure streams silted with cotton bows
Green, svelte carpet spreads below
Silken florets on tawny branches glow
Yellow daffodils cloak the meadow row
Purple violets' royal fabric vaunted hills hallow
On servile plain, feathery dandelions spread umbrella
Along hedge rows, creamy honeysuckles with sweet dew flow
In dense, brown brush; fledgling chicks...

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 quinzaines 

She dreads the trips to Shiloh.
Does God even hear?
Does He care?”

The man cares for her deeply.
“Is not my love more
than ten sons?”

Her rival pokes injury.
“Woman, what is wrong,
arms still bare?”

With zeal she reshapes her plea.
Can God sense hidden
intentions?

The priest faults her great distress,
“Must...

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No Happiness Here Either

She loves me, she love me not, knots
As he picked the petals of her heart
Why the cold chill your heart sought
Your petals cold, damming my start

A river of tears cries from the sky
Mine, forever a rainbow lost a pot of gold
You, a...

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I Believe in the
Virgin birth of Christ.
I Believe in Christmas.                                   ...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

The following poem tweaked 
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122, 
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted 
drafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, 
nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite...

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