Best Finale Poems

POTD 6th August 2019

The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nurse
Time ~ taunting my resistance

Soft haunting strains of a violin float
sweetly liquid, melodiously unchained
freeing my mind from weariness faced
No barriers ~ it...

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The Story so far…
Makani (The Rising Wind), a beautiful extra-terrestrial researcher is sent to a remote island to observe earth. She finds Sam, a shipwrecked earthling near death owing to drowning. Sam (Ka ‘Lo - ‘A Mighty Eagle’), was despatched to identify the location and...

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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream

I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears

And I...

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Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I...

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5/20/17



Regardless of if I never get to see or reach the grand finale

Doing not too shabby
I may not exactly
Be all that happy
Yet when things turn out badly and sadly
Can't stay feeling crappy

Memory occasionally somewhat foggy and patchy

Not trying to be too wacky
Or flashy

Just want to...

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An empty throne? ~  Part 9

“My queen, we feared we’d lost you so”
The healer said in joyous speech
“When here the shaman does bestow
these wishes that we do beseech”

“What have you done, how can this be,
my broken heart can not withstand
You silly fools, why can’t...

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Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread
The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread
All the hovering ships returned to whence they came
But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same

Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones
You get...

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In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing

In your parched desert land 
Thinking life’s unforgiving
Why not swallow your pride
Take an honest look inside
Join the land of the living

In  your parched...

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Cry me a river  cry me a river

The change has arrived

Where are all the heroes

Heroes like jolting Joe D

Hit the ball to outer space

Running from first to Homeplate

Kids cheering kids jumping

Popcorn all over the place

Heroes like Willie the say hey kid

Billy ball billy ball...

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The grand finale of nature is come;
the forests with color blaze.
Summer has chosen her brilliant gown
to wear through autumn's blue haze.
Some might say she has gone too far
wearing these gaudy shades;
ah, but summer knows icy winds soon blow--
all the color will quickly fade.

Go! Dress yourself,...

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Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutched the apples in her weather-worn palms
without uttering a single word.

She carefully lifted each apple to her nostrils
and then...

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What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what...

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The curtain rose on a cloudless night
Once More! the crowd clamored

A lone table across the room, a candle
Flickered

Shooting stars lit the sky like confetti

Bowing to the maestro in the pit
Impossible had no meaning

Fireflies sparked in anticipation
Bus service was cancelled
The daily mail, undelivered

At that moment
That precise...

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in our youth
you, my virtuoso, played me
like a piano

now we are older
fingers are bent and weary;
ivoried keys broken
...

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