Best Greyed Poems

For those about to die,
We salute you.
I once heard him say.
Little did I realise
That I would go that way.

Predators and Weapons
Are my closest friends
Those who...

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Some parts of life are permanent,
alas, some aspects not:
The morning temperature feels chill;
by midday it grows hot.
The money spent on cell phones'
long-term value which I...

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The Middle Time is now upon me,
And the tune to which I dance is somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacaphonous din
To which my steps...

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“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Shaking his head, following her voice as it trailed
He smiles to himself, ’give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack...

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When days of old
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longest night

greyed crumbling walls
housed holy monks in rising song
now only sparrows sing

moor brown winter dry
Kathy searches for Heathcliff
ponies huddle in ruins

ancient spirits
walk hill path pilgrimages
stars...

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Around 29AD, a saviour claimed eternity as a light of future hope,
Recorded or foretold, accepted or rejected, he left a message that stretched,
Across the pages...

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She Whispered “I Love You”  (MJH 20150619)

She whispered “I love you”
As we danced real close.
She caught me by surprise,
As I looked into her eyes,
And...

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For a quarter 
of a hundred years
We waited 
hidden.
Others losing heart.
We listened 
blending
Others died.
We listened 
motionless
We learnt all there is 
and more
Till our hairs greyed...

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Music

The food of love..
To nourish my soul
Keeping me warm,
Dear friend, in the cold.

We dance and sing 
Yet you never judge
Or my crazy, wide-eyed 
Fantasy begrudge.

Although...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural...

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Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp...

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You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face...

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For those who fly our nation’s flag and forget to care for it.

I really hate to see Old Glory faded
Greyed and tattered fluttering at the...

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I fear to be Here 
You make me feel spooky 
Your greyed hue laid me in cist and
Chaos of headlights gore the peace
they reminisced, 
How...

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