Best Frailest Poems

“Does the robin sing because the cold of winter is leaving or the warmth of spring is coming? Or might he be singing because each without the other would lessen both?”
-- Craig D. Lounsbrough



The song of hope returned last night at three
A gentle trill from...

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BLOSSOMS--

blossom
fragrant cherry
favoring, thriving, submitting
ever so fragrant
bloom

blossom;
pink, blighted;
unfolding, budding flushing
ever so cherry
efflorescence

blossom
springtime from death to life
unfolding budding flourishing
ever so frailest 
flower...

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Join me in making our planet our safest haven!

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You may be wondering what I am pensively looking at that far!

It's the new world where I want to take you from where we are!

It's a place where the weaker you are, you deserve more care!

If you...

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The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.

Yet on...

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(Re old poems)
 

One   has   to  have   plenty   of  imagination , 
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I am a dog of Caanan. Protector of Israels settlements,
and scavenger of the deserts. Cowed in movement and
strangled with inhuman voice, I feed upon the waste
of the crowds that gather about your lingering soul

Traipsing around the anguish of the Golgotha crucified, I 
smell their departing...

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Forgiving is divine when given unmerited
A willful sin is an eternal burned etching
The penitent spirit forever uninhibited
Not able or willing to stand by itself

	Love blooms purest in the midnight hours
	The most chilling moment for the heart
	To the eyes of ignorance the bright beacon
	Is the cascading...

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Silence

Tears fell upon broken glass
A door that once stood tall is in shambles
The fear of spoken word is strong
A hand trembling too much to write
A haunting love deviates from its course
And all that remains is the silence
The silence of a broken heart

The words spoken in...

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In your eyes, reflected to me
are memories of beautiful,
trembling pieces of laughing hope
still colors of grace and belief
feelings pouring from the shadows
never just make believe
always like the wonder of quiet faith
the struggle between knowing
and just letting light stay
frail as the summer and hesitant
glowing like the...

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Over the plain of sorrows
creeps the gentle beating of a sigh,
a breath too soft for trumpeting,
a faith too self-engrained to move the world.
It is the stuff of spirit haunts;
it is the frailest spark of love
that never hungers,  never needs return.

Beneath the cover of the...

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You are the master of self aggrandizement

You have forgotten how to be in the wrong,
Manipulation is your art, 
Insidious word-play, gentle put-downs,
Reminders of all my failures are your tools, 
I am the dartboard,
Peppered with your sugar-tipped barbs
You push me down with such skill, such grace,
I...

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Steel kiss from phantom blades abounding,
Adagios anguished, lick, resounding,
Fierce hammers rage, in Darkness pounding-
In the hour of my night.

My beggared soul to grim remand,
Nestles deep 'neath an ebon sand,
Where gaunt and ghostly jackals stand-
In the hour of my night.

With chaliced draught of Desolation,
Toasting Twilight's coronation,
Embraced!...

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I live in a little town where the
average age is pushing sixty 
or has pushed past 
and we haven't gotten the word yet
from the officials.

This morning, at a self-imposed, 
post-christmas,
celebration, 
over a big steak, 
medium-well, 
“no blood, please”.
I read the papers and overheard:
“I can't breathe...

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Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for death dreams of me,
it crawls into bed with me,
and enters...

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Offspring between close family members
not biologically fit nor ablest
even if direct immediate relations
consider themselves best
buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload
heavy matters weighing down

on their respective figurative chest,
cuz lurking within brethren and cistern genes,
and/or chromosomes dwell deadliest
nastiest, and weakest link undermining
searingly robust reproductive human stock,
thru molecular hijacking...

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