Best Graveled Poems

(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)

Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man 
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50...

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Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns...

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Love is the bind between the sighs and cries
A choice made to hold onto what matters
The strength to move within the lows and highs
And hold...

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Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand

One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But...

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Mr. Bravery
By Curtis Johnson

There once lived a very decent and brave man who was promised three keys.
“One of these three keys, said the key holder,...

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As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain thrust on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys...

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Love is the bind between sighs and cries
And can release warm light upon the dark
Has the strength to move within lows and highs
And shine on...

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When the mind's disease is hate
it flows through the veins unchecked
I'm just a voice of reason in the midst of darkness
striking a match 
a light...

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Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, forgotten...

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It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume

some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.

We see a...

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An auto rickshaw, a carriage
Like a tortoise
Returns
Along my obsolete graveled
Road.

The auto rickshaw rolls on:
My bucolic 
Rocks
Mirth of a birth,
Rapturously.

The auto rickshaw passes by a
Nuptial hall...

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Oft' I've traveled on interstate highways to reach my final destination,
With white knuckles grasping the steering wheel in great trepidation!
I whiz along at seventy-five and...

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I found myself
Wandering across
A dreamscape
That was not my own;
And wondering
About the many
Dreamscapes of
The wanderers,
Suddenly seeing
That I was wandering
The dreamscape of
The wonderers of
The wanderers
That still wonder;—
A...

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When the mind's disease is hate,
it flows through veins unchecked.
I'm just a voice in the midst of darkness, striking a match.
A light for minds seeking...

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Small Summer Cabins for Rent on Lovegrove Lake
				by Barbara C. Agarwal


I left my chance when
A chance I did not take
When I saw you long, long...

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