Best Gleans Poems

Two artists that once danced on high trapeze...
then fell to doom, his death a fate unkind.
All hope bereft, her sanity soon flees.
Life lingers on, enduring crippled mind.

In steel-toed boots and shabby overalls
she takes her toy red wagon for a stroll.
Young children run to hide inside...

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Only Man sees beauty in a star 
or gleans delight from a bird in flight.
And He's the only being thus far
that can discriminate wrong from right.

Only Man can accommodate hate
or feel the pain of love kept apart.
And alter the course of His own fate,
preventing problems...

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A muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?

Special moments in life that made my heart glow

she visits with sentimentality -

to gild cherished memories of family.


Through scenes of a novel or some picture show -

a muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?

Moved...

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Written: October 1st 2023
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In the ocean of silence, I’m stunned 
Astonish by its grandeur as I descend.
A comely curtain of conciliatory calm
Elapse the chaos, surreptitious and warm.

In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
A silence plummets, ambrosial all nearby.
Astonied hearts stand in solicitous awe.
A...

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It's wrong to deny what your heart desires
If it's right, set your hormones on fire
No need to fight the temptation
Let out all of your sexual frustration
Don't hold back, let your imagination loose
Take your wild side for a cruise
If it is right for you at the...

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My old friend struggles
with his life's meaning.
Familiar with dead cats, Newton,
Einstein and incredible fractals,
he gleans patterns instantly
and misses nothing
in his galactic surveys,
nor leave a clue unglued.
He can entertain the most bazaare
concepts in the fervent hope 
that truth will emerge from under
some unlabeled rock.
But all such...

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The moonlight shimmered on the winding road
A chilled wind rolled to battle and smite
Slicing through the fog and croaking toads
There was a blood curdling scream heard that night

The fog's hand choked the throat of graves,
as it passed the stone bridge grasping its iron gate
Tall stones...

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Transposition

A human is afflicted
Constitutionally impaired

Stricken with a penchant 
For humans inherently despaired

On the conscious level
Feels sensations of suffering

Gleans paramount endearment
For their dark proclivity

The human radiates benevolence
To the inviolable entity

Transmitting a vision
That life is worth living

Furnish with the knowledge
That existence must seek balance

Those who shine on...

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The Bucket List

Imagine if you will, a scene unlike any other,
Sipping Espresso daybreak, foothills of snow that smother.
Pavement Café in Zermatt, first patron of the morn’
Eyes glazed in wonder, the magnificence of Matterhorn.

Imagine if you will, a sun ripened Italian sky,
But not to the cities...

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Any night endless, in countless shop doorways.
    Down on their uppers, and satanic. strange places.
    Spluttering, sneezing, coughing and wheezing,
    In old cardboard boxes, rest weather worn faces
    Catnapping for hours, gleans little...

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on my brim
dons tangible markings.
Crafted genes engage
to warn iconic
of principled
death.

She measures
her tacky line, loping
anchors across
waxen badges
encrusted with
doubt.

I don’t fear
the web she spins
above my cerebellum
since due warning
of predatory intent
gleans....

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In the garden, by the fountain,
I was sitting in a chair.
As the visitors approached,
I saw them hesitate and stare.

For the pool of water glittered
With a sea of silver change.
Not one warning sign was posted,
Which to me was kind of strange.

I imagine out-of-towners
Or some locals on...

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Winding path through the tawny wood
Hanging branches form a shadowy hood
Dangling vines each spindled fold lace
Slippery, svelte moss cloaks the base
The vented light peeps through fibrous trellis
Addled mind with beauty to encase
Swerving shadows creep down the swaying lattice
Each truncated step to efface
Fallen leaves weave a...

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"If I weren’t afraid, I'd..." move to heaven.
But suicide is frowned upon, up there.
It seems there is NO path free of leaven
neglect yields censure, insults follow care 

Does gay marriage do well to make this point -
should kids not be borne to this broken world?
Not...

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Dawn paints lush landscapes and woodland scenes
shades of lavender and rose, blended with gold.
Nature reaps the credit for the things we behold ~                      ...

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