Best Exacts Poems

Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell 
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be

I know I've tempted fate before
At least...

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Sometimes, life can seem unfair
when your heart loses all hope.
And from a pit of despair,
you struggle merely to cope.

Love is an elusive dream,
interlaced with nightmare thoughts.
And anxiety's extreme;
tying your stomach in knots.

You try to rewind life's tape;
and yet, it is stuck on pause.
And there's no...

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Crackling, crunchy leaves confetti the ground
as skeleton trees rattle their bare bones.
And gusty winds howl like a soulful hound
while kids mope indoors, glued to their cellphones.
Indistinguishable, they look like clones
and seem as enthusiastic as stones.

Winter's approach gets labeled a bad thing,
covering everything in snow and...

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In shiny armor knights of old,
Only quests for the brave and bold,
Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold.
But my heavy chalice isn’t gold,
Mine is night black and filled with cold,
About death is my story told,
A memory covered in mold.

Not expected plain death, you see,
When older age...

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This lockdown has me locked out of your heart
Though closer than a thought, we're miles apart
The shroud of silence settles tightly in
My words die on my lips before they start

Outside a monster howls in constant rage
Inside we beat our hands on walled-in cage 
Our dreams...

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The Heavy Price Paid To End The Deepest Of Dark Pains


In my night-dreams, flies jargon of oracles wise and profound
words given that break heavy chains by which I was once bound
just a conversation with my dark-muse and her ancient friends
as she promised, they provided a...

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Follow the winds of the Harpies.
Follow to the sigh of last breath.
Horrid hounds of Zeus beckoning
for you to embrace your dark death.

Follow the heights of Icarus
Follow till the blazes burn out.
Sol, a dragon's igneous mouth
gaping, awaiting chance to spout.

Follow to the depths of Phorcys
Follow till...

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*star*light*star*falls*star*snow*star*light*star*falls*star*snow
   *      *      *      *       *      *        *  ...

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*Image of Clock Time Dove by Pixabay.
Keola: Sonnet 

"Most people would sooner die than think, in fact, they do," ... Bertrand Russell (Quote hidden within the Sonnet in Italics

Most of the time when I'm under the sun,
ought not to watch nor pass by on people,
befuddled...

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        The Killing Field
	Bong Son,Viet Nam
	Not All Dead, Returned In Body Bags
	Written: By Tom Wright
	1/21/03
	
	The war in Viet Nam rages no more,
	But what say ye of the animate dead?
	Can we continue their plight to ignore?
	Staring past the crimson...

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I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
Crushing
Truthful
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll

Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell...

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Adulthood in Practice
(For Adult Contest)

There came a time when I began to see
That this life was about more than me.
And as that view sharpened in my sight
I saw a line separating wrong from right.

If by choice I placed myself in the wrong,
I knew I could...

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There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged...

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Have you never tasted hunger
Tread the alleys with the stealthy
Cried the tears of someone younger
While you dined among the wealthy
Shuffled through the papers
Through the pages of despair
Embittered by the capers
Neglect, hanging in the air
Step with me through the sadness
Let me open up your eyes
Weave, careful...

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Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: 
The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour.
Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history,
Emits an air of arcane intrigue and darkest mystery.

Stunted Jack Pines, seen clustered on a distant knoll,
Stolidly defy Nature, though she exacts...

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