Best Fastness Poems

Long ago, in the fastness of the north
lived a people known as the Inuit.
They lived in perpetual darkness.
Although they had heard of light from Crow
they at first would not believe him.
They made him repeat this fairy tale 
many times, for it sparked imagination.
Imagine how long...

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The room of books waits
Waits for a finger that gropes
Waits for a voracious mind
Waits for a tipping strum
A stroke of finesse
A feather of dust.

Principles, recondite
Particles will ignite
Growing with no motion
Acting with no motive
Like giants they step
All humble, alone in their fastness
Within the litany of words,...

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WELCOMING    WINTER


In  mid-winter we will be wed:
Oh, that  the cool whiteness could be sped !
How my heart waits  for her cool embrace
And the feel  of  snow flakes  on my face,
Running warm through her frosted trees,
Watching the...

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Oh Splendid City bathed in moon's clear light
From cliffs afar, an opalescent sight.

My lover waits within your walls so near
To window lit my heart bids me take flight!

But leave I must and to your strength commend,
My true-love in your fastness keep from plight.

'Til I return...

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HE OFFENDS THEM
AND RUNAWAY
FORGETTING HIS FOOTPATH
ARE ITS TRACES
PATH THE WAY CHASES
DESPITE ITS FASTNESS AND SPEED
HE WAS LATER COUNTERED


HE QUITE CONCEEDS HIMSELF
KNOWING HE HAS OPEN PANDORA BOX
CAUSING A PANICKY SCENARIO
FORGOTTEN HE POSSESSES SPOTS
FOR THEY ARE ALSO TRACES
WHICH REVEAL HIM AMONGST ALL
HE WAS CALLED TO HALT

HE FOUGHT...

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Fast asleep,
Slumbering in the other world,
Spirit at work,
The future opened to the spirit,
Half dead,half alive,
The sweetness of the tongue,
The mind at peace,
The body ennui,
Ears opened wide to the earth,
Brain unstable as the hearth,
Fastness of the nose breath,
Echoes everywhere,
Thinking of being alive,
But in the spirit world,
My...

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The man wore motley, so I whacked him...

Hello, my charming neighbor; 
How you grace me with your wit.
You’ve really got the spirit 
And I like your costume’s fit.
What’s that? No, I’ve had plenty. 
What I need is some advice;
I think I’ve found a bargain, 
If...

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A Wolf’s Paradise 

A place, where once the wolves of time, shook off their godly shields,
To come to Earth eternally, where only seasons yield.

They fashioned then, a godly place, of wood and shade and stone,
to rest their souls and bide awhile. A heavenly, earthly home.

All...

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WINTER  WEDDING

In  mid-winter we will be wed:
Waiting  so long   is  a weary   task,
Oh, that  the cool whiteness could be sped !
Till  I’m  kissing  her  pure damask 
No  other  favour ...

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A LOW GRADE NAUSEA HAUNTS MY CONSTRICTING THROAT
FATIGUE CREEPS, SERPENT-LIKE, THROUGH MY VEINS
A DARKNESS SO BRIGHT IT BURNS IS SLOWLY CONSUMING ME...
AND ALL I CAN DO IS SCREAM, SILENTLY, 
YOUR HALLOWED NAME...

OH GOD AND THE DEVIL TAKE ME...
THIS AGONISING SICKNESS HAS BEEN EATING ME ALIVE...

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I'm five:lying in bed in the attic room I share
with big brother (though 4 years older, he won't
climb the creaky stairs at night unless I go first--
his fear of the dark gives me a secret thrill).
Before leaving for sleepland, I like to watch
the shadows flickering...

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The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic 
     putting life at risk, 
     thus laudatory alternative
 
     intending to offer Sweetwater 
     to last a lifetime would make fleet
(installed at Florida International University, 
     with eager pedestrians ready...

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Very late had I known your glory and grandeur,
Though classic, you're mishmash with rock and folk allure;
Your melody merrily mingles with fastness,
Does it not blend with rhythmic sanguine slow softness...?

When you came into my hand in my mid fifty,
I felt like taming an elephant so...

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To bring back the years gone by
those years of my early childhood
growing up in the early sixties
wishing that time had still stood

everything then seemed so cool
living in time free of present pace
none of the fastness of today
just a stillness that filled your space

There was contentment...

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Sadness echoes once more in my chambers,
pain, residing in me like a filthy squatter,
and my heart is squalid,
unfurnished.

Surrounded in you,
you are the fastness of my echo....

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