Best Glistened Poems

That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!

It glistened on the oceans
before man came to be.
It blossomed on the grassy cliffs
that met the first great sea.

It glittered in the moon and stars
and beamed on...

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As this week closes into hours of pewter night
may the moonlight touch your lips while
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined.
Though I may not be with you 
on misty evenings caved by my pride,
but think of me as I send you this
whispering sigh
of an...

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In wonderment I walk with the day  
billows blowing  
noticing not,  
a beginning nor an end  

lost in the mist of the rain  

I pause at the crosswalks  
filled with children  
on their way  
not knowing ...

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Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows of hyacinths and ferns quiver, disarranged huts begin to shake as the rough wind wheezes. And on this late July,...

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Beholding aspirations of the marigold sky I sailed
As hushed purple dawn was rising above the bay
Glinting platinum hued tides bouncing off the quay 
While the boat turned, in quandary of the unknown,
Cognizant that discarded memories had returned
To quiver bruised emotions on gold dusted ripples. 

Was...

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In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and serpentine ripples flowed on the bay.

Dimmed were rays of light from the sallow sun
when for a while its beams had...

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Soft melodies of misted spray
adrift ‘pon glistened air
Cascading waters on display
their touch of moisture’d share

As fern leaf sonnets fill the trees
illumined emerald green
Symphonic spun tranquilities
embrace this peaceful scene

Sweet solitude in whispered song
on crystal stream it flows
O’er polished stone it rolls along
as time so gently slows

This...

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If on this eve of glistened skies
when crystal snowflakes fall
Amidst the hush of tempered sighs
where heartbeat whispers call

Your mind is lost another place
as moonbeams dance above
In wishes that you long to trace
of visions filled with love

Remember as the evening nears
and stars reflect your smile
Within the...

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“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik


I was born an introvert, 
misplaced in an extroverted garden.
Mother's cocoon,
which once kept me safe and warm,
now left me exposed to 
green-eyed predators,
who stole my fluorescent fragility.

Is it any wonder...

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I dreamed I was inside a bulb—
a cathedral of filament and glass—
not dead
not born…..
but shumming**.

Glass walls curved like time
sealed but translucent

my fingers curled around voltage
like a secret
God was transcending.

The socket hummed a lullaby
of static.

Every breath of mine made sparks
the air electric
with grief
and longing.

I saw myself...

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When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun and fairy tales
I absorbed the words like a sponge
The books...

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Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so loved the willow oak tree near the spring
to lie flat...

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Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your...

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In a valley where our hands etched the moon
Through luster of nightfall’s October veil;
We shared confidences through hazed monsoon
As I rambled on, keeping each detail
Of common views…angels, books, a jazz tune
While a serenade for two charmed night’s grail,
Igniting warmth with his presence everyday…
Slowly, we knew...

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On better days, On better nights

 before wide blue yonder

 turned into a black widow spider

Have we met , Have we painted a blank canvas

Have We shared the same pallette 

Have We danced to the tango vals of words

 through soft tangerine haze

that hoovered gently...

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