Best Exclaims Poems

For years before the narrow windows of my senses
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Twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night,
with my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar.

With my peaceful guidance between the moon and the...

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Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
 
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of...

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Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
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*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:) 

In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.

With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows...

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Tweetie Pie
Knows Sylvester is sly
Of the cat he is wary
What a clever canary!

Sylvester
Will seethe and fester
When Tweety makes a mad dash
He exclaims 'suffering succotash!



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Hush
a murmur -
a burst of mirth - you laugh.
A giggly boy or two; the
drone of you
mixed with monkey's bonding squeals
slide up the stairs; on polished
paternal air.
Then a deep man's voice where
once a boy's ascended - mellow with
early manhood. Resonating;
capitulating - exclaims agreement.
And I see through...

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Thanks be to God—come one, come all!

When one's greatest belief is in one’s self, limits emerge on human relief,
No joy.  No sorrow.  No hopeful feelings about this day, or morrow.
A vacuum of useless disbelief.

When 'science fixes all'—becomes the general rule, led by denial...

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Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..


The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his...

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For this tribute poem, my heart exclaims:

Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
The Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.

Mom: being the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
You exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.

Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert,...

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Jack loves to recline on his back
Especially when he's in the sack
He says to his bride
D’ya fancy a ride
She exclaims, your todger’s too slack!
 
Jack wanted to give her a thrill
So swallows a little blue pill
It works, way hey hey
They’re bonking all day
He’s happy and...

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Beyond all the hard times before
Eternal and pure at the core
Beyond all the guilt and the pains
I love you is all that remains

In spite of the worry and strife
I'm honored you entered my life
In spite of the losses and gains
I love you is all that...

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there is nothing more beautiful     
than the scar of a fallen angel- 
in broken ivory feathers cloaked,             
wrapped in a veil of mending sutures;     ...

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MY NAME MEANS BLESSED

For gift of life indeed precious
Packed with love and care, so gracious
My heart exclaims praise magnitude…
Blessed, I give God my gratitude.

Pardoned against guilt’s misery
Rescued from bitterness fury 
My soul exalts grace-abundance…
Blessed, I gain peaceful assurance.

Cheered up to face toilsome hardship
While ushered for...

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A question often asked of the old poet is how she does it…how do the verses she write come to be…A question often asked of the old poet is where does she finds her spark…the inspiration…for her poetry.

The old poet smiles and, I imagine, people...

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