Best Foresee Poems

Coral life forms in copious swarms
feast in the Cambrian chyme,
dividing their cells and forming their shells
to end on the seafloor as lime.
Tectonic churning and magma...

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Navigating vast oceans of life, negotiating its lows and highs,
Some blissful of pure joy, some burdened in griefs and sighs,
Riding aspirations eternal, rowing vigor of...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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It’s never tomorrow. It’s always today -
at least in this moment it is, anyway!
So if you are saying out loud a big Wow,
you’re not in...

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Today was a good day

Today he walked on legs unbent
And erect spine of a man intent

On stilling the cacaphony of monotony
And smoothing the callouses of...

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The river flows, carrying her
Away from earth  out to somewhere---
Bird-music groans as  harsh wind blows-
Carrying her, the river flows.

The gulls above cry ,that...

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Butterflies on our lemon tree, 
Flirting with its leaves, flitting free, 
Brushing it here, kissing it there, 
What a cute romantic affair! 
A "kaleidoscope" I...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager...

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My favorite cousin named Marge
is almost as big as a barge.
So one would assume, 
not knowing the groom,
the guy would most likely be large.

But he...

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Way back then when I was ten,
those were happy days:
Staying out till it got dark;
kickball was the craze!

Taking walks or riding bikes,
how we loved to...

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Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous...

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he was like autumn
all around him 
                  ...

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Dedicated to My Heart - My Son



When four, I knew my soul had claustrophobia in it.
More than once it has caused me public panic fits....

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I wake up next to no one right at dawn
to check for late night texts that don't exist
The paperboy throws news toward the lawn
and moves...

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