Best Fashioning Poems

Ghosts of the Sun Dance

1. The Path

A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through the gardens of wrath

It echoes through me, this deep ambition
Half century of miles, lifetime compressed 
Much more than a race,...

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Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony 
or their accord and union will atrophy

What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of...

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Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less

Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored

Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain 
on burnt crimson background grain

Scorching prairie brush fire
was the cruel comfort desire

It’s aghast portrait in pandemic grief,
pyramid scheme exit of...

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Dear Heavenly Father, 

Please forgive me for unconfessed sins of omission, transgressions of commission, and the iniquity in my own heart. I confess that I have sinned in all of these areas. Please help me to want to truly repent of those specific transgressions that...

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Ashen was the sky 
That rejected hand of sunrise
Sullen was the heart
That stumbled in affection,

Incapable of lauding
Ruby blush of budding rose
And pink passions on horizon
Defying darkened woes.

In midst of a vibrant spring
Her garden blooms curled up
Amid hostile dry weather,

Teared-up, she sat alone
In pathos of indignation
Refusing...

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As darkness descended on our valley -
deleting purple and violet from the sky -
my beloved and I lay upon a blanket
soon gazing at myriads of twinkling stars
that pulsed their pearlescent shine as if to music.
Goddess Luna showed herself full-faced -
lovely, round and luminescent.

Immersing us in...

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When starlings were swimming in the azure lake,
When bats and owls began their nocturnal ride,
When all the Earth under a dark blanket lay,
And man and beast into sweet repose retired,
My Muse, like a sweet temptress, came to me
To set this captive free, to give free...

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Moments in God’s Cosmic Time

A fleeting, finite time space one now may define;
A flash of seconds for poets to see and find rhyme.

Fashioning a human understanding of God’s Time,
Gives us a hint continuant, complex too—yet Divine!

Einstein’s E = mc2 gives us all a most gifted...

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transmogrify

once upon a time
one knew how to begin
the state of the day dream,
by removing the mind, 
shedding the every day
paraphernalia, then escaping
into a realm just 
above the physical

wishes were formed  
refined into possibilities.
great words were put together 
fashioning unforgettable thoughts 
ideas. solve the world,
feed...

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“Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.” — Lawrence Ferlinghetti


When starlings were swimming in the azure lake
When bats and owls began their nocturnal ride
When all the Earth under a dark blanket lay
My Muse, like a sweet temptress, came to me
To set this...

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No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)

We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers

Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and...

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Darling, will you love me still if I weren't a poet? 
Will you hold my hand if I hypothetically happened 
                 to pause my pen from poesy? 
If I...

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projecting our wanting love self
we imagine who we want
seeing our forever soul partner
fashioning them out of smoke
sagely ignoring reflective honesty mirrors 

throwing ideas that do not fit
into a hot fiery furnace
ignoring the cries of reality
turning our backside to ashes
crucifying truths that don’t fit

projecting our wanting...

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Barbie’s precision, stiff, lounging in glamorous style, 
Plastic pink body asleep in a brand new cardboard box.
Barbie, eyes still open, abused by many of Ken's wiles,
She was once truly human, her daughter opens the lock.
The key is that her daughter Tara, is now forty or...

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No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.

Heraclitus said we can't step...

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