Best Garment Poems

Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's 
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of 
experience and immortal growth – 

True! -- of the Eternal Now in my 
biological years not one has convincingly
surfaced, risen above the...

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I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But...

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Pain, pain and pain, with never a pause,
Could I hear the sound of laughter?
Only around me and everywhere, but –
Never had I the chance to hear my own
Till that day, I heard Him coming!
 
Yelp, yelp and yelp of agony,
The ache and affliction through the...

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Cloth, clothing, garb, la ropa
Sure beats Prozac, or even L-Dopa

Hemming, cutting, measuring, looping
Snappy dress keeps those smiles from drooping

A blouse, a suit, a shirt, a shawl
Strange young tailor masters them all

‘Can’t wait! Must have! Quick! Hurry!’
‘No excuses, tailor, to you I’m judge and jury!’

Shame, fear,...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman
her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold
her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees
her face was more glistering than the night stars
her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun!
her dear dear tongue was...

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As the sun goes to bed and
the moon awakes,
Hopes of many ..dashed as before,
I promised to set a different goal and pace,
To prevent the little flowers from the beetles,
But I allow  my hands and legs to be incarcerated,

Blind folded by greed,
I don't know how...

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Colors of blue and yellow wrap me as I gaze toward the sun.
My white satin ruffles sway against the wind.
Is this not the most perfect day?
This I do know.
Sundress memories take me back to childhood.
Summer warmth on my back.
The silhouette of my sundress shadows the...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman
her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold
her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees
her face was more glistering than the night stars
her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun!
her dear dear tongue was...

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I've learned the colors of love
While wearing another flesh
I've been there
Beyond the forest
With large culverts
Among rays of light

Strange dreams
Rangers cutting the oaks
That support our last tears
You know, separation is
The same way, but in reverse
Same field with grass freshly mowed
Birds singing together
A sad romance

It's true, I...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman
her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold
her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees
her face was more glistering than the night stars
her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun!
her dear dear tongue was...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman
her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold
her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees
her face was more glistering than the night stars
her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun!
her dear dear tongue was...

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Garment of Life

Will you choose
The threads of love
To weave your garment of life?
Perhaps you'll only see
The strands of grey defeat
Wretched with sadness
And weave a garment too heavy to bear?
Or will you find the threads
Of life's passion
And weave a fiery garment
Of the brightest colours
In the gayest...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman
her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold
her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees
her face was more glistering than the night stars
her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun!
her dear dear tongue was...

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My anti-aesthetic garment spews out priest
Michael stands in river between olive trees
whose roots draw libido like Daphne's laurels
Apollo wore, in my drifting slumbering
pale Astro Projection where we meet again...

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I am a man, not a boy, carrying the weight of maturity like a chosen garment,
I am a man with dreams and lofty ambitions, weaving my path among the stars with threads of desire,
I am a man with a gentle heart, in a strong body,...

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