Best Foreheads Poems

When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright...

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And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in...

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i stood looking outside
listening to the rain 
with its long slender fingers
tap a tune against my window

squeegees in hand
i could see 
the troops of drops
clean the air
for...

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The distance between us is like a pencil line drawn on a page
like steam in air

like the drop of water that captures in its soul...

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There was a place I used to know,..
where summer evenings 
spoke in long shadows that were heard by the sun
blending dark into light
Where sweet grass,...

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I was Second Lieutenant of the Army Nurse Corps, 
At Pearl Harbour when it was attacked and bombed;
I was in my room at the nurses’...

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"Always”



Burning flames
kiss bowing foreheads 
lost along the way

Home calls you
to be you – 
always;

to remain.

Love is calling You - 
always

Love is the way 
Home

always.


(LadyLabyrinth /...

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Everyone needs a gold psychedelic prejudice card.
A PP card to carry that shows whether they are an auto-demi-dog  or republi-cat
A PP card that says...

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The sun is rising, the moon is lighting,
The millions of birds are flying and chirping, 
The insects are crawling and does flying. 
As long as,...

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Precision incisions put holes in our ears
    our noses, our foreheads and tongues

  As for me, I had enough holes in...

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"Oh," she whispers, "but she's here with a boy!" Her words, especially the painted blue one, stick to her palm covering her lips and mouth,...

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Continues the translation of the great Dante's poem written 700 years ago,
 probably the most important poetry ever written in the human story

When my mind...

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Bhai Phonta is a Bengali Hindu festival, usually celebrated two days after the Kali Puja or Sakti Puja where the sisters mark the foreheads of...

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Collaborative Chinese water torture
Dropping fickle whispers

Their foreheads pound with belittled grief.

Egyptian cotton tissues,
Coated in fresh aloe and waxy resolutions,
Torn asunder

Idyllic sonatas
Heaving identity crisis under bus,
One
Note
Off

An...

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