Best Examines Poems

Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes...

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For the third time Pandora stands before the box
Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold
In her hand is the key – she closely examines
Intrigued by its...

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Death to the mockingbird with one shot to the heart,
Crushing wings with desperation sings sorrow worlds apart.
Concrete tears from wasted eyes fall on a mossy...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of...

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A man examines his portrait in life
The life he leads ennui dulls his desires
A wanton spirit crying through his strife
Pity him not if of this...

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I go to lovely school
teacher teaches me
only the back I see

He writes on chalkboard
words and figures
only shadows I see
He marks my books
red pen black pen
only...

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This happened to me twenty-two years ago.  I thank God I am still alive.

I feel the ripple in my life's cycle,
impending risk that could...

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As along our long life journey we sail
We all do encounter belied expectations 
Feeling of deep hurt results from betrayal 
Our shrivelled heart writhing in...

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If I have the time I’ll clean the kitchen
then tidy round the rest of the house,
I’m due to see the vet with my pet mouse...

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THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME

The way he looked at me?
No particular expression
Strange dude
Strange only because of surroundings
We’d spoken before
A few words
Can’t recall what about

But...

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cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He...

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She writes some words 'pon the paper
Examines them
Then she writes one more word
Tears run down her cheeks
She crumples the paper
Letting it drop to the floor
With...

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The First Round

You are a pothole that I swerve not to hit.

But you follow my trail endlessly and the sniffing.

When I am cornered I lash...

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So from first circle started the descent
Down to the second, which contains less
And more pain, stinging to a great extent.

There the horrible Minòs growls giving...

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She's often seen on dark and stormy nights according to local lore,
Gliding among the ancient stones standing in that fearsome moor.
Mists wafting about the burial...

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