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 costumes
 as bangles dangle from their slender wrists.

When I think of India, I think of a culture steeped in history...

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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 overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom,...

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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 the midst of all, of us 

we go about our daily business, 
as if all our tomorrows are far away...

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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 a clearer view
while on their descent

people
some walking 
holding their umbrellas 

others running
attempting to escape
the cruel barrage of
knocks to their heads

there are a...

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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 
the light

It is like water in the wash cloth
but also like that one ice cream drip that gets away and...

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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,  fragrant and damp, would buckle and bend
under the weight of a child's hide and seek,
then quickly spring back, upright...

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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’ quarters, a store, 
Near Tripler Army Hospital, six miles from le monde. 

At about 8:20am the on-call nurse called me,
Said...

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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 / 2021)
gvlm
one day you will need this



“Home” / Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/yIvKZ_EX_xE









"Home is a Burning Flame"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/home_is_a_burning_flame_1004944...

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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 whether they are a liberal or a permissive, a pinko,
or a fundamentalist right-wing-bird.
This all-knowing PP card could instantly tell us...

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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, the grass are growing, color green and 
Flowers bloom and plants grow.

As long as, the ocean roar control by you...

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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 my head
    to last me a lifetime when I was but young...

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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, I lace my fingers through yours and this happens simultaneously on opposite sides of the room, we look at each...

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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 returned back, after the stop
Due to pity for two brothers in law,
Which caused in sad confusion me to drop,

New torments...

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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 their brothers with sandalwood paste and pray for their safety, well being and success. 
According to Rig Veda, Yama and...

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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 exacerbated syllable
Pleasing vultures
Who speak louder than anonymity’s slur

Befuddled visions
Damning clarity upon equator of serenity

Stalking Information Superhighways,
A glorified game of telephone

Where...

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