Best Fragilities Poems

An echo of footsteps fill the serene salty air,
muffled thuds like faint taps in slow motion,
moving in a somber sonata over a creaking pier.
The bitter breeze is a harbinger of forthcoming storms,
but in an empty promenade the silence is soothing.

My anchor heart finds comfort at...

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How many emotional tears have we so cried, us the unperfected,
The Barbie generational rejected, or Ken doll unrealistic Idol worship.
Cursed by society’s vision of ultimate beauty, wake up world
For are we all not human, and subject to fragilities faults of reality.
Oh to remove the textured...

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Hold me within the virtual chalice of righteous
And never let me stray too long amid the imperfection of this body
From this visage of dignity, once poured upon my soul...
That not deceit nor hypocracy become the written ledger
Upon the perceived reality of my lifes legacy?!
Let no...

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I gave her the quiver,
teeth and tongue a tornado in that fever fruit,
she offered the slick sin, the skin of savage symphony,
it was a technique of tender tickle
the absence of which producing terrifying tease,
inner thighs tight on my cheeks in a moment of sprayed splenor,
her...

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How can you stop the terrorists?
We can stop by go on living
We can stop by showing our true color
Show them who we are
That we mean it
We mean what we do
We mean what we say
That we are not someone they should be afraid of
People lash out...

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Patchwork Musings

Vying for order
This square
That corner
One's center

These squared-off life experiences
Know well jockeying for position
Is fraught with chance
Disappointment
Acceptance

The waking state knows

Nothing resolves naturally
No stitch in one's original design
Arrives at needle's focus point
Matching perfectly the original intent
Red threads
Clash with its attracted yellow
Black outs white

One's colors
Opting to make...

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If streams of my dreams should screech to a halt
Inside a smart heart gone stone cold
Enabling losses, mosses and tosses to unleash the thunderbolt
That with no iota of care clinches and pinches my gold

In addition to writing off prospects of recovery
From a bruising encounter I...

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No angels on Earth
For dreamers and screamers to find
Whether they lose or catch their breath
Lost in deep recesses of the mind  

Teeming with fantasies
Where fairies toe a perfect line
Drawn in sentimental seas
Where their unicorns decline

Cooking perfect meals
Observing sublime etiquette
Clinching integrity deals
Won on a truth...

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In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography.
 On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses,...

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Restlessness in youth,
placidity in the golden age...
do these two conflict
with the pace of motion
that desolation can assuage?
If being young means 
persisting in ambition,
an event of gratification,
venturing in fearless projects,
taking risks and walking through Hell;
is it worth the effort of being bold
and press forward and bear...

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The universe is an enormous place
Where we can measure distance in light years
But fragility lives within that space
And is the cause of many human fears

Oceans we sail and the air that we taste
Are more fragile than the strands of spun glass
Streams and rivers run foul...

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Having been strong was a practical tool to battle
those adversities that taunted me more than
classmates' games and mischiefs;
I hardly fall for anything other than candid affection,
admitting my fragilities is humble:
I don't declare nobility and excessive riches.

If this vulnerability can be defined as
the Achille's Heel, then...

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There are those who genuinely labor and long for certain realities.
There are myriads of cases of dreams giving birth and thriving.
These are such that conceive of great things while fully awake.
I suspect they would be considered dreamers and visionaries.


And then there are such that dream...

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Twigged tapestry

Fragilities warm embrace

Of soft future babes

An odd weave, Assorted lot

Avian's chosen shelter.

 

(January 21, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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A landscape pot holed crater ridden
By the ravages of war
A sea of barbed wire 
With the fallen as the crest of the wave
No place for humanity’s fragilities
Soldiers killing soldiers
As Politicians talk each other to death
All to defend an imaginary line 
Drawn on mother earth
A nations...

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