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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Tonight I sit and wander
through stars~ my perennial
freshening sparkling...of old familiar
constellations – 
            ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be

Oh dear, what can the matter be!
I will never forcefully go...
in a sink, held down to be washed
and freshening...

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