Best Flees Poems

Though she holds his hands, he feels all alone 
As moonlit desires sense his dissonant vibes
Emanating from pulses beating in discord
Plundering away ambiance to vacant thoughts
When a cogent conversation becomes a task.

Silence he placates discarding her prompts
Preferring the dark over company of stars 
As a...

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Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips

Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the...

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Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love
our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren
for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases
from your poem. Used poem by permission.

My Food Flees from Me

Caren,

A creepy thing I would devour
But wait, wait, wait…
not fuzzy wuzzy in the...

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As Winter Flees Giving Spring A Begrudging Nod

As winter flees giving Spring a begrudging nod
So the farmer waits to turn over life giving sod
Mother Nature, bows to Heavenly hand of God
Summer too, waits to embrace racing feet unshod
Young lads dancing forth with live bait and...

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Life Flees, As If Faint Whispers In Moaning Winds

As fleeting hours flew into eternal abyss
once youth and love imagined to dream
so went grave error that time allows this
facing life, always with full head of steam.

We marvel at the beauty of ancient oaks
majestic towers stretching to...

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lioness with her sights on the prize
antelope feels her; pops out her eyes
the chase is on
one is a pawn
antelope’s heartbeat is on the rise....

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somewhere in the night
a spirit flees in darkness
captured by the light...

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Different birds,
  the same call

Time frozen,
  the hour stalls

Mother earth,
  bastard son

Nature flees,
 —damage done

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)...

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Not everyone form Danger flees
Some do beg for it with “Please!”
Their entreating voices loudest 
Sounds producing of the Noisiest:
Blokes who’d shun a state of Ease,
For ordeals paying all their fees,
Their unspeakable imagination, The Best’
Sure Danger, absent from the East, is in the West 

Not everybody...

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the darkness covers
surrounds the light before day
day runs from the night

open up your eyes
see the darkness in your path
surrounds day stillness

beat the drum today
run from the cold black darkness
flee the night turn day

2/14/18
by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Let’s swashbuckler for fun the fox said to the owl.
The owl was encouraged, for he was an optimistic fowl.
They got out their swords and they fought to the brim.
Pushing owl to the edge of the ship,  fox’s eyes got quite yellow and dim.
Let’s fly...

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Which Modern Man longs
For the folksongs
Helped by rusted gongs
Or their lines sing to a throng, 
Very sure that nothing is wrong?

Which Modern Man eats with bare hands,
Because on them unseen sands
And this publicizes with bands,
Heroically skirting lands?

No Modern Man flees from books
To simply keep learning...

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On nights when sleep flees from me like a shadow scared of its own existence,
I wonder if we are cursed or blessed, we who think beyond the edges of reason,
For "bad" is too simple a word for the complexity behind our perpetually awake eyes.
We are...

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Not everybody from danger flees,
Some do beg for it with ‘A Please’;
Their beseeching voices at their loudest,
Sounds producing of ‘The Noisiest’ ….
These are blokes who shun a state of ease,
For ordeals paying all the prices and fees,
Their unspeakable imaginations, always the best,
Sure if Danger is...

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We flip the hourglass for time,
use moments as each hour's pawn.
Then store Today, when past its prime,
midst Yesterdays--now finished, gone.

If we could make one moment stay
just by flipping the hourglass,
how to choose the hour, the day
so many moments come and pass.

Or, as time's measure disappears,
will...

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