Best Fever Poems

Love is like a million stars 
in an ocean of celestial beings
Shining brighter than all others 
I am the moon whose evening pull 
reaches out to you beckoning to 
you in a seductive frequency no 
other can hear as it was 
meant for only you
Your...

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Gold Fever 

History will not record the bloated weight
Of this pious and bigoted race 
Or count the fat and flaccid wealth
Of religions idolatry

Those pages have been scrubbed clean
By prosperous forgivingness 
And the cruelty of established political dominion
Will not tally the bodies of the oppressed

To them,...

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It was to meet; my eyes with his.
Why, he’s no stranger; do I know him?
Why is he staring? Something’s wrong with me?
Our eyes lock and my heart somersaults.
Now my loin constricts and my heart’s racing.
At the exit, I’ve no business to turn back.
But something’s burning...

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He came into my room carrying a gentle shade of light upon his face  
and as I grew accustomed to his presence, I felt his spirit free    
Its as if the angels carved him out of alabaster bone and marm 
with...

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from blossoms to bees
nectar drips from swollen lips
kissing the morning

Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey

 6th place In 
 Poetry Soup's Contest
 Spring Fever
 June 2009

Nineth Place Winner ~ "One Of Your Favz-1-8 Lines!!! Old Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Praise
Aug. 1, 2013...

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FEVER  PITCH

Demons of faith,
God speed,
Ageless tears,
 
A dweller lost in the perfect Odyssey.
Bricks of memories, barricade my way out.
Growing gray within the ageless centuries.
Steady rivers, at the pitch of one response.
Times out, by the heat, and beauty.
Tragedy is never a fear to announce.

The drug...

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FREE VERSE FEVER

Alas, and alack, there is a lady for whom I have formed an attraction.  She has an aura about her that leaves me aching to have her in my arms.   I am astounded that I have become so enamored with...

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Wooden floor's relief
Cooling fevered feet
Pace, bare, in blackness
As tranquil raindrops
Softens prickly nerves

Cloud covered stars
Still shine, behind
Glowing without
Doubt's permission

To find them
Just look up
Hope sees through

The dark
Like the

Moon.

12/18/19

For 'Pick a Title, Volume 12 - Diminished Hexaverse' contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Title: Cool Fever...

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In the battle of the poets
Closeted within their dens,
Words their only ammunition
Shooting from their ink filled pens,

Seeking phrase uniquely pretty
And an unused metaphor,
They have not the time to help me
Woo the one whom I adore.

Without muse or bard assistance
Am I equal to the game?
In trite...

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He walked into the place of my employment.
I was the only one at work in that small convenience store.
His aura was that of an angel
with the hint of a devil in his grin.

My attraction to him was immediate and amazing.
Tall and dark, he was the...

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the arc of this air rising like smoke
amidst the nival flora of hills
trails against gun-powder skies
with barrels drawn my mind pivots
in the anguish of yesteryear's pain

i cower like this sun beneath clouds
unwilling to lift the veil of eyes
and see the crimson splatter awaken
in the momentary...

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The aria of the sunburst slivers of the sky,
entwined with the cadence of your ivory feet,
winding on the pearl-rolled silver sea shore,
carves the rhythm of your footprint sculpture,
only for a beguiling while,
until scraped by the surge of time tide in spate,
stowed in the depth of...

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He painted with emotions from a palette of words

Found himself in a forest of light green foliage

Threw his colours and ink pots high into the air

Waited for streams of consciousness to settle

Until sentiments found sentences on their own


The prism of clouds condensed into sun light

A...

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The crescent moon and sunlight consumed by the moon’s fullness.
The violin violates the quiet and quaint acquaintance of an eyeful.

The cow, with its rudimentary cuds, could only curse the night.
The bull will not croon its lullaby; he & his Bessy will not take flight.

It’s a...

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Its here the thing we all fear, 
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,

To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the...

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