Best Gesture Poems

I do have purpose
that stays near
a constant reminder 
of my inner child

As my conscienceness
shines through to create 
a new perspective
I break out of my cocoon

Only to discover that 
I find places where
the sanctity of my being
does not flow as it should

My intuition is what 
guides...

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It was a token gesture
A hand he offered me
Emerging from my cab
Stormy night in the city

I didn’t know his name
But I’ll not forget his face
For he helped me gently
To a safer place

Blue eyes and thick black hair
He stepped in the rain-filled gutter
To close the taxi...

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Our family’s visit to an ashram—
Where parasitical monkeys haunt ’n hum.
Creatures known for tricks and hanky-panky.
So tussles ’tween visitor and monkey!

Monkeys win— tussles with woman or man.
Outwitting the monkey whoever can?
So woes of the devotees are many; 
There doesn’t seem to be solution any!

A li’l...

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morning's smile's glory
                                   fragrance drifting in the air
   ...

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It's a kind gesture
that brightens a rainy day
A good feeling comes your way

It's a kind gesture
that isn't too much to give
It measures another

It's a kind gesture 
thar connects us in this world
A birth of love we deserve

It's a kind gesture
Choose a positive way
It comes back...

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  Such an irresistible naïve gesture
                     from
              those sparkling
  ...

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For “EARTH HOUR” we pledged  without words rearranging,
Let us try and attempt to stop things from changing
Am doing my bit as promised to myself and me,
wrote a poem on “earth hour”, published it and mailed it for reasons to see.
and  walked around to...

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Many years ago my partner gave me an unexpected birthday surprise,
A trip to Lake Windermere, the beauty of it there’s no compromise.

The hotel where we stayed was right on the edge of the lake,
A perfect location for a peaceful and relaxing break.

On the first evening...

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total decimation:
bodies hide in shrouds of dust -
gesture politics...

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My wife told me to be more romantic
And to book a table for Valentines Day
When we arrived at the snooker hall
I can tell you there was all hell to pay...

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There upon the blasphemous 
grassy knoll, a maiden, 
her lovers' temptations
of the past.  
Amidst a silky
silhouette, a dainty stroll
flaunting a crimson masquerade.

"Your invitations of subtle romance,
be they adventurous, unfulfilled,
shall we not exchange vespers?" 

The angel Azriel passioned. . .
A soft Belial did exchange. ....

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There upon the courtship,
proclaimed, a sorrowful
spirit hearkened upon 
this ballad of misery
and burden.  For her
grief and unrelished
despair, the angels
of Michael, our saintly divine,
answered, whil'st upon 
the hour of marriage royal,
an unwanted surprise,
a battle declared, as the 
essence of Faith
exuberated.
This day of celebration,
joyous, the sun's...

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Madness exuded like the 
war cries of epic battles
and sagas' past,
the myth of man and 
the passionate woman.
As the eruption
began to procure its
preparations, Prince Alarumdives,
a moment with the King,
solace, questioning divinity.
"My father, what troubles 
plague us?  The trumpets 
do sound, do us not, impede
decision,...

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The maiden's nipples 
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as 
she slighted very 
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.  
The dusk laden sky 
flickered with prose, 
the sorrows of
Belial's romance of lost
mysteries and his 
vengeant domineer,
his bravado, his...

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Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned 
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that 
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ 
man.  A careful prodigy
was he, as his stupor
conceited to arousal
and a display of power.

"Geinere,...

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