Best Expedite Poems

If you reading this I'm asking God to expedite your blessing in His time though it may seem like a long time For its arrival...

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Come dance with me, my winged escape
and skip the skies in flight
we’ll let the wind lick at our nape
and subtle touch invite.
Our cares we’ll toss...

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THE WAITING GAME

I'm playing the waiting game,
not futilely nor waiting in vain.
My delivery, my parcel my expectation;
forces me to ambulation. 

I want it now,
my elixir...

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Down where magnolia blossoms white

Summer breezes touch wind chime's scales

Lovers sleep soundly in the night


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Geese, Goslings and the Bridge

Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous.  Such was the...

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Wordsmith
dour, drab  embellished
don't recite  read out loud
stop for a pause  never stop writing
be difficult, obscure  be clear express self
ignore other poets...

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Stealthily and with no invitation,
Wicked Mischief rides into my night,
dismounts and strides inside. How impolite!
For rudely she intrudes - this aberration,
bearing that unholy “deprivation”
strongly brewed...

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Let us play holi holi.....
With the color of saffron,
to inject stimulant 
into the vein of every Indian,
to raise voice against monopoly,
to trigger rifle against terrorists,
to...

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The months, the years, the colors fade to gray 
And expedite the truth our minds betray. 
The changes feel so close, yet far away,
In languid,...

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I kept up with the questions as Lucifer stared into a vacancy
which the echo of a star explosion could disappear into,
but I constantly felt Him...

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Mr. Webster defines "impatience" as a dislike for anything causin' delay.
Alas, my paucity of patience I am reminded of each and every day!
'Tis a subject...

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Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany 
     to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children 
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Would you make my phone ring?

Would desire retake the wild that perspires as the legend is written yet the time goes unnaffected?

Babe the world gets...

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Would you make my phone ring?

Would desire retake the wild as it perspires like the legend is written yet the times go unaffected?

Babe, the world...

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Dear Lord

You make the darkness bright dear Lord                 ...

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