Best Fastening Poems

Fastening my grip on you, throwing my head up high
Where colours fight in sunlight bright enough to blind me
Vortices, one after another, dizzyingly 
maelstroms of words disappear unspoken
Will they drown me
those waves, will they drown me
can I come up and breathe again?
can I hold on...

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Looking through the window of a shop,
I see you with a woman.
She lifts long auburn hair
while you, who stand behind her,
are fastening a strand of pearls
around her slender neck.
I close my eyes envisioning. . .

I've opened them to you 
facing me,
and I'm the woman
with the...

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As a pilgrim* in this enigmatic world
granted freedom for wondrous exploration
I’ll journey along life’s varied avenues, or highways 
cognizant of rough roads, valleys, and even hills to trek
trusting my God, the perfect Guide toward streets of gold.

My soul I’ll yield with submission
for triumphant driving of...

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She walks in beauty
Following the above silver rays 
Her hope fastening with some alacrity
Feathers of smile gently sways
Between stardust accompany to ignite 
The clear darkness of her walking lane
From distant heaven echoes her docile gait,
Convivial fairies salute her when pace wane,
Lull solitude with half soul...

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Zealots are totally incapable of any emotion other than rage. It is an unalterable law that people who claim to care about the human race are utterly indifferent to the sufferings of individuals.
— Quentin Crisp

ZEALOTS

The raging machine, storms of zigzagging arrows, fueled by each word...

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What if there was a passage way down to the ocean

Tucked away within the wall an eroded cave

Cool breeze always in motion as azure, Turquoise Ocean  swirls

Breathing in deep reflecting a show of rainbow mist as waves break the cliff face


A cave perfect for...

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Unhooking the chain 
I opened the rusty gates
to Olive Branch Cemetery
Hallowed ground of yesteryear
Peaceful as the name sounds.
There is a place of comfort sweet
Near to the heart of God
A place where we our Savior meet
Near to the heart of God
Like a white butterfly fluttering from...

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Holy Georgina
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina

With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus
How do I stop your wind and take a breather?

Maybe it was I that summoned the phoenix 
From the ashes,
Granted!
I must have conjured your...

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It is in the exquisite depth of your eyes
That I see a brave new world
I cannot help but melt into
The constellations of Essence
And soft innocence
Of your preciousness 
Little child...

It is in the trusting grasp of your dimpled little hand
Around my finger
That I feel a connection...

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Strolling along the white sandy beach 
Aquamarine waves lapping over my feet 

A gentle breeze brushing against my skin 
Billowy clouds hide a cerulean sky within 

So I took a dive into the aquamarine sea 
It's dark silky depths enclosing me 

Swimming fiercely into the...

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It's the nature of the experiment
To be peeling off my autumn skin
In a gasoline waterlogged romance.
You can stay
If you want to.
We're pulling figures out of the way.
A fire in the hills 
Is luring a crowd in
And the admission fee starts
Somewhere in the infinite.
The new years...

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Brownie broke her beak today
Purloining potted prawns
Despite Will’s whistled warning words
To only eat from lawns

But  Brownie boldly battered
that toughened  tin top jar
and broke her lovely beak in bits
she’d pushed her peck too far

but wily Will he had a way
to triumph testing trial
so searching...

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The two invisible killers raised their knives,
To declare the mighty victor in their lives.
The first exclaimed people to their will,
And the other just made the kill.
The former smeared people to their range,
While the latter just made them change.
The skies called the world fastening,
When the living...

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Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not talking cats, tailored crafted tails, nor are they tenacious crabs...

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How you likely started your day:
Went out the door  and locked it tight.  
Went out the walk while looking down, sorting out your keys 
and then unlocked  the car door.  
Feeling for and fastening your seat belt. 
Looking at the ignition...

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