Best Framework Poems

the mirror split
within the look
of sight
the aptest
share was near
snags come from
              prognosticated 

I see it strew
like ice melting
yet it was vivid
& heart 
was sobbing 
from my 
caught 
    ...

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The Forty-Fourth Conscript of the People.
A portrayal of intellectual and political multiformity.
Its present-nature is captivating and inspiring,
Its epochal-nature is unmarred and univocal,
And its future-nature is unknown and essential.
An Intermediary of faith in change,
Stirring echos of "Yes, we can!"
Rendering credences of optimism,
Stimulating the honesty of a...

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Taking into account; the Poeter's quip
Shant it be unfurled to reveal thine
Penned and newly coined path of authorship 
Paying out the Poeter’s plumb line

Veering from the course 
Plotting new wave points 
Carting the next rhyme before the horse
Beginning each line with the next conjoint 

Taking...

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Within a fecundity of fatuity
Squandered were all endeavors
Fazed I eluded
Unequivocal passion was sought
Yet still squandered were all endeavors
Candid without knowledge
Lacerated and forsaken
Forlorn I languished
Betwixt the vacuous cracks
Of black and white pavements...

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The framework of the Framers is framed
high in the halls of Academia
now it is obscured by flags and colors...

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Picture this…
Born 1959
Living 50 years
Not remembering half

Picture this…
Looking at old photos
Living 50 years
Not remembering half

Picture this…
Pictures of others
Where are you?
Not being in more than half

Picturing pictures
Of my youth
Searching for the key
Not remembering, where to look?

Found the books
Pictures seen
Frame by frame I glance
Out of focus they...

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         Do you have skeletons in your closet
           I have a few in mine … 
 
         They jingle,...

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Maple trees on both sides of Nineteenth Street
		closed down the evening sky.
		In a slight uncovered slice a single star
		was made to burn the brighter
		by this focusing framework.
		I wonder, were your drapes drawn not quite tight
		to burn your beauty on the night?...

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