Best Gestate Poems

I want to ride a zebra

   and race the rays of radiance
       through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -

     a folly wild - a mood untamed
   elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked...

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Words have power don't forget,
What comes out of your mouth is what you're gonna get.

If you're filled with anger, contempt and unrest,
You must purge it and kill it this is no jest.

If you speak anger, hate and revenge,
This type of thinking, will never avenge,

The pain...

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Shadows of yesterday can eclipse reality;
but in hope lies my dreams;
mired in doubt and frustration, I'm left waiting.
Waiting for love's elusive touch, 
I indulge in sexual pleasures,
but it's never enough; my heart craves more;
so I wait.

When desire suddenly morphs into lust,
love gets consigned to dreams;
for...

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Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.

Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his wicked way.

Undeterred, life struggles on;
endangered mammals slumber.
Safe, secure and snuggled...

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Forward momentum shuffles desire 
from conceptual states to real; 
the leaves on the boughs glow with autumnal fire, 
  drift down to the carpet of grass. 
In times of transition a slow burn proceeds 
until spring bears the fruit of rebirth; 
the gestate of...

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POETIC BIO

Alliteration,the starting place, alongside

cinquains,apace in time,crystalline

lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth

footle,broken monoku for a while short

imagist was my style.Sequenced longer

poems metamorphose within this crysallis

changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,

as you see,structured prose poetry.With

cadence and pause,others hear my voice,

aural phrasis now this poet’s choice.

as exampled below

What...

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the wet sand, leave
with the ghost hands of nursing Autumn wave.

Their nests of jewel-colored eggs, covered and soothed
seasoned in salt sea,...

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I once walked into my backyard
and found two slugs mating in a bucket
I had just learned how slugs go about mating, 
or trust-I would have been rightly confused

Here hangs a long line of slime, almost a foot long
and then halfway down the thread of slime,...

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Faking feelings is what you do best,
undermining hope with false feelings.
And deceived by lust's many guises,
increased your vulnerability.

Fantasy divides reality
into darkening shades of despair.
And feeling all alone, you struggle,
believing that no one even cares.

Anger fuels your disappointment,
while jealousy extorts love's absence.
And truth provides little protection
from...

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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the...

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Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
 where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
 finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
 clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
 washed while awaiting where water is filled
 pouring in porcelain planned to...

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What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of idea remains, to 
germinate and gestate,fanned by a
mental fragrance of elation.Slowly
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides...

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When women argue how men have 
    More than women have ever had,
    That it’s unfair that men can be a
           Much faster Olympiad.

 They’re playing the victim to...

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Before there was a word, 
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.

There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of sound,
and the celestial night.

Man was born to midnight
with eyes and...

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Deep inside the deepest realms where I reside
Were fragments of the day's holocaust 
Finds windows to darkest dreams

So dark they can gestate resinate contemplate
Sinister things and ancient beings were
There be nightmares, my inner sight dares

As days cast forms into thoughts
Cresting deep into empty cluttered halls...

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