Best Fluidly Poems

She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his surface in ripples of light.

Enthralled by her shimmering beauty,
he waves to her from Baltic blue depths
of his longing and unspoken...

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awkwardly I dance
because I have two left feet
hard to find partner

I watch you dancing
it seems you have two right feet
let us share some shoes

will you follow me
for if we move together
dance will have purpose

you move fluidly
my feet provide the structure 
made for each other

no limitations...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the standards 
Of modern verse and composition, 
Lyrics fluidly written, 
Perfect in frame, tempo and time, 
but a lot of my...

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I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.

So much suffering – I no longer pray for salvation
But say
‘Unharden our hearts, soften the indifference, please
let us not become animalistic’

I can’t drown – there’s no water
I...

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In the darkness fluidly
My dreams bleed
I see you in the shadows
Watching silently
Feeding my hunger
Quenching my ache for insanity
In my weakest hour
Even when i close my eyes 
Your vision is still haunting me
The picture is black and perfect
People stare with empty eyes
Not one dares to look...

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Dreamers of Dreams

Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
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Images living through altered consciousness
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Distortions within space of timeless events
Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
~
Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
Breath...

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A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age  
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome 
raptly reciting incantations from a frail and ravaged page.

A century past,...

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This is why writings my new addiction,
     I have to address!
  I say this to you with pure conviction,
     I truly confess!
  Letters make Words which then start fruition,
     Then this...

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Spilling verses 
as if they were a life line
Thinly hanging on
In air
Hoping they go
Somewhere
Reaching 
Teaching
If not Preaching
A truth
To life
Giving meaning to
Always becoming a path
To our feet
Defying mere physics
Like walking on water.

Inking my way past
Adversity, while attempting to hold onto
Sanity in the midst of human travesty
Man...

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A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love? 

Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived

Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be 

Convoluted tattoos...

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Written: March 2nd, 2024                                         3

Rumi's...

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I hear the siren of death whistling through your hollow heart.

I see the lies fall so fluidly out of your mouth.

Almost as if it’s natural; a black gravity of some sort. 

I smell the genuine scent of decay, so unpleasant, so definite.

You can’t deny.

I touch...

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In the sunshine, surrounded by light and warmth
Waves crashing on your shore
Surf into our lives again to encourage
Caring soul, poetic spirit
Smile, let the  pearls glisten in the azure sky light
Words flows fluidly, oozing from your persona! Crashing in the ripples of the soup.

For my...

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fluttering willow
a magical wind dancer
flowing so softly
beautifully follows wind’s lead
fluidly without fail...

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It was all a dream then,

I just saw you alive again,

I just thought about it,
how I never touched you...

and with the great future of our imaginations fluidly flowing south to the sea, where our spirits live we make love-

all the time actually, just enough to...

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