Best Freshening Poems

Not sure what it is
about this land
that grabs you
but I was grabbed
long ago.

Trip ends today,
last night I stayed up late, 
sipping remaining whisky
as the red sun set 
neath hill's dark shoulders.

Crisp morning
up before six
lake like glass
rustle up the fire
and make coffee.

Rest of camp
sound asleep
so I...

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The air is shivered; to displacements whim.'
From the Ides of heaven’s sphere
As smote was the skin of a cosmic drum
Throbbing walls of pressure ‘push in’.
Then down as silvered mail, are droplets thrown
Disgorged from Yahweh’s mighty quiver
Descending on, and over all creation
Glistening in sheaves, and slivers;
Igniting...

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Each reel of snowflake leaves behind,
fine traces of her glowing days,
a melancholy cast of mind,
while color sets the world ablaze.

Where flies a gold and opal whirl,
as the moon's lulling course disbands,
and chilly winds of winter swirl,
the hardened heart against it stands.

And yet this night contrives...

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"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë


Spring heeds His voice,
Prepared to rejoice…

Spring showers wash away each fear,
Singing light across...

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Tonight I sit and wander
through stars~ my perennial
freshening sparkling...of old familiar
constellations – 
                   attention drawn
to some dim and distant
        ...

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Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although  we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold...

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The highway bridges
Remnants of conversation 
Clothed in ethereal blue.
Variform clouds
Stark white or gray
Bandage my heart.

Brother’s litany
Of thanksgiving
Floats above my head.
Mom and dad were
Good parents.
They worked hard.
Cemetery gates swallow us
Sleek and black
Like a raven
Plucking its prey.
Attendees’ musings are
Wetness on the
Road’s cheeks
Tactile as a 
Cat’s tongue
Freshening the...

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Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their work.
This usually involved keeping a single route open underground to...

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STRAWBERRY SWEET 
Strawberry scent 
At the picnic place
Late in the afternoon
Birds singing up in the trees
With the joy of spring season`

The basket half empty all the pies gone
Red wine from one glass, but we had two
Leaning on the tree buck 
She lay on my lap
Pen...

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Recalled,
That country road
Between the knowledge trees;
An arch of truth, a freshening
Of soul....

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It had been locked 
for longer than I want to remember
Firmly locked no spy hole
No keyhole
Nothing 
to give away its secrets.

I had forgotten about it
It was designed so that it wasn't like a door
Just part of the wall.
'Til that day, 
I decided to renovate the...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-

And as days tumbled away, we staggered
Along, knock-kneed, dead beat and haggard.
Our bodies singing to the tune of the whip
Whizzing on morsels of flesh, so the flip.

Fed like dogs, fed from pity, we kept alive
Trudging...

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'Tis still beneath a cloudy sky
where the river’s flowing gently by,
Red Gums live an artists dream,
dead brothers… lifeless in the stream.

Reed beds brown along the bank
have winters chill now here to thank,
as does the willows, yellowed leaves
about to fall with freshening breeze.

Shadows blur below the...

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Oh, my sweet girl, come and shack up, with me.
We shall live on welfare and space out to see.
How many food stamp cards, we can arrange,
We shall visit for meds and beg for change.
Upon the riverbanks, we shall catch a cold.
Then we shall collect our...

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"Invisible"



Trapped
within 
4 Walls 
A ghost 

escapes
it's prison 
through 
unlocked door

beyond
freefall
a bird
now soars

The Ocean 
calls the wild
Sargasso in
Me

Rochester’s 
Mirage 
ecstatic 
Bacchae
 
Maenad 
possessed 
submerged
Blue-Green

(Ladylabyrinth/2020)
for my daughter, 
Georgia






“Come Near Me” / Massive Attack – Ghost Poet
https://youtu.be/KY0TZQTwwbk






“There is always another side, always.”
(Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea )








“There is...

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