Best Freighted Poems

Trills tumble through an air long silenced
warbled melodies enlighten the palate 
whistles delight but fly off to the thistle
freighted by the frigid speak  
amongst the downturn of the day
where blue skies lost their way

Memories of warm caresses
sing along in forgotten dreams
eclipsed heat of destiny
dealt...

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"Angels & Demons"




The Soul never sleeps
battered and lonely, the lesson 
Life spent in The Hard Sell

Soft-served you become
melting Insomnia 
mouth sucking a loaded gun

blue ribbonned and veined
pulsing electricity 
from heart to lung to brain

you’re a free bird
flying high two crimes
now swallows two minds

You converse smoothly
while...

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Two little boys lost in the woods. 

Two little boys trying to get home, only if they could.

Two little boys were freighted by things that went bump in the night.

Two little boys prayed for daylight.

Two little boys heard the search party coming.

Two little boys begin...

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Puberty set off affright
seeding decades long
     terrestrial space flight
freighted existential blight,
wherefore from that
attempt to live airtight
many scores yesternight
ago, I barely (except

     on par with grateful
     dead), zero excite
ment minimally functioned,
   ...

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The Stela Epic by DR. Mohammed F A Alrazak

The grains of sand, the drops of rain, makes the stage for souls to play 
The prints of feet on rocks were wonders and arts as the birth of mankind will start the earthly theater display
The engraved...

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An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.

Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.

A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight.

Echoing sounds moan through bough
and leaves disturbed the night grew cold...

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I wake up but I can't see 
Everything is blurry 
Life is not what it used to be 
Beyond the silence a little girl cries 
As all faith is taken 
Broken into piece's, never to be found 

He taste's her innocence along the softness of...

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“Sunset”

The silhouette of beauty passes by my aching head
Eyes strain to keep it within my vision but lose it in the darkness
My fingers try to grasp the ghostly image but to no avail
I am left standing in the circle of nothingness alone and afraid

Bewildered by...

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The crumb of bread I lift to lips
Is freighted in my fingers.
I squeeze it hard lest it slips
Reclaiming a past that lingers.

'Tis a weighty rite to partake
Tokens of His riven frame.
Freely given for our sake
Oft taken lightly to our shame.

Christ's counsel the priest voices
Imploring us...

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The formality of it stings.
“How are you?” 
Delivered with a self-conscious courtesy and
a poverty of emotion 
calculated to immediately keep 
me at arm’s length, 
fencing herself in.

There was a time when this
same greeting would
have been prefixed with a
velvet-soft “hey” and saturated with 
a low hum...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches 
mightier than stormy daniels wallop 
from an indomitable...

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What perfect desolation
Walking the north flank of Mount Muir
Through a corridor of towering pines
Freighted with new snow,
When the slightest pulse of wind
Sends an ice-dust
Down the ladder of branches
To where I stand exhilirated
As it crosses my cheek...

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An evening stroll, on a chill night,
under the silver light of the horizon moon. 
Life that burst among a small acreage, 
of old-growth forests, flourished. 

A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight. 
Echoing sounds moaned through boughs and leaves, 
disturbing...

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Like a mystical wight,
Ain't in a trance,
Nor experiencing delusions and phantasmagoria.
I live. I fight,
Fighting
Because the decision to be free
Is that which I took freely,
Yet, criticized with unsparing vigor,
Cruel and baseless calumnies.

The past is gone,
The future is a dream,
All I got is now and only now,
Enormities...

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Even though, perhaps, tomorrow,
As a concerto of Violins is departing along the clock,
	My green leaves will shine away under any morning's sun. 

	My love will be delicate, sweet, like a red apple,
While I, walking back and forth, with my fallen arms in this dimly
 	Room...

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