Best Flume Poems

The log flume

The door is always open for young hopefuls like you
An idea of paradise with cocktails and a house with a view 
A Garden...

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This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life
It passes along the mountainside
 by golden...

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An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty

But her obsidian eyes betrayed her....

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Grumble-rumble raises hairs on my arms.
Air so crisp it crackles lightening forms.
Whoop the wind scrambles and mell pells,
the stationary earth shivers before it fells.

Scrubbed clean...

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So this is what they call anomie?
A grayness,
A blank,
All things devoid of beauty?
When the eternal arms,
Have left me to my own devices,
To toil in deaden...

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Your waters cleanse
   my red-stained night,
       my dredged thoughts,
        ...

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This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life.
It passes along the mountainside
by golden...

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"What does light have to do with darkness!?...."
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Like mixing champagne miscreants

Within a simile laced frosted glass

Of crystalline stones mingling these

Crowned guises....

Fatidities of peremptory phantasms

Oracular silhouettes...

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I sit here poised and ready, slip the thong off of my gun;
I saw him when he walked in, No good son of a gun;

Half...

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A MIGHTY WIND

without warning
a mighty gale force filled the
room
without warning
it spread Holy wildfires hot
flume
without warning
flames of spiritual tongues
consume

miraculously
different dialects spoken in
truth
miraculously
crowds gathered in awe and...

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breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way...

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SECOND TIME AROUND
Somewhere in the heat of night,
out of a dark and dismal gloom
she'd be there, but out of sight.

Thinking it's a beam of light,
her...

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We were young, we were young
 Forgiving and forgetting
 Through all the worst circumstances
 The purity of our hearts
 Sparked the union of beings
 But...

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Beatrice:  Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria 
               ...

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You Dream
You dream me a dream.
You and I careen,
wide-eyed and screaming 
wild cries, clutching the sides
of our Thunder Mountain cart
on its rickety wooden rails
that fail
and...

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