Best Glooms Poems

In the sunny September morning
He went to find the most beautiful roses
For the girl, he loved the most.

He didn't realize that it was fall
Getting beautiful...

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She lays still upon the night in nakedness
Her body unclothed of scent
She strewn them upon night wind's breast
I gather from the firmanent  
The delicious...

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Live your life as If you would never
Have a morrow, and make your day the best one ever
Live your life and erase the glooms
That make...

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Once within our time,
SkyPrince and SunGod talk,
as usual,
endlessly actually,
sending their radiant messages
out toward mutually gravitating receivers,
no Yins allowed to pitch;
just catch integrative flow.

SkyPrince wonders if...

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Nothing can substitute death
for it is the final destination
and ere you last breath
crystal clear all your abberation.

Rest forever or birth to numb dizziness
as you part,...

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No more sad love  poems
But what can I write then
I’ve had no happiness
So how can I write a happy one?

All I have to write...

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As the tree is in its prime
the golden leaves, bliss sublime
one day they fall and glide away
leaving the tree with deep dismay

the shivering tree it...

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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
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THOU I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH, I FEAR NO EVIL
Stricken but not stripped
Cursed but never coursed
Shot and never block
Stomped but stopped
Broke but never...

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In utter exhaustion, the streetlamps bow their heads
As rats and bats below head to their beds.
The grill in the street exhales a plume, a sigh;
As...

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Hidden betwixt bloom-petals bees and beetles play,
Sculptured, like scorpions, black clouds often collect;
Cool moisture vaporous breeze on air perfume spray,
Sky, in schoolboy costumes, colors-brushes select.

Pregnant...

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I know not the paint of your face nor the slang of your name
I know not the acoustic of your voice nor the creed before...

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Literature is herself a clown.
Without this coming first,
no great art is made
except glooms of ***** authors
peddling like traders of a trade.
 The second needed
is the...

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Strips of pale silken scarf
On the soft crimson light
Spreading from land to sea
After the blackness of night
Amid sighing moonstone of seeded saturn
A crow is crowing...

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Colourfication




In Navy suit, since he was ready for sail,
she stood with vermillion on her head,
Embellished with diamonds studded in gold,
an ivory necklace embraced her neck.

A...

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