Best Gyre Poems

Let the brief time be cast away,
Let the movable thread be loosely handled,
Let the shadow be cast on you,
Let the water flow over the distant edges.

But when you know you’ll never get the wanderer back,
Even as you cast him off,
When you tally the drifters,
They’re all misplaced and undone.

The Moirai will let him go,
Because, you know,
You...

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Bloomed there are the starry flowers of life
On the twilight landscape of gold springtime,
The time horse runs far from the wood of Frost
Though the dream holds the sleep very warmly,
Crunchy leaves flow with the south gentle wind
Soggy meadows wrap the sunlight in ground
Steam hot under the green leaves, warming buds
Crunchy wildlife with the heave of...

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An old hotel in Portland
Rain hitting street lamps
The buzzer
Click
Surveillance camera
“Can I get a room?”

It used to be called the "Burnside Triangle" back when it was still gay

Bump Bump da Bump da bump
Nightclubs bangin’
Young twinks in their twenties
They chat and drink
The hopeless live upstairs
By flickering neon sign
An old hotel in Portland

“That’s $40”
“Will I be directly above...

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Jones
Day
Unwelcome sun
Wait
Wait
Wait

“Hey Claire, see if that old queen next door’s got anything.”
“I don’t think she’s up yet.”
“I will give five bucks for a rinse.”
Wait
Wait in a parking lot
Wait 

A man at the hotel
Nodding off
Hugging himself
Ignoring 
Everyone in the building
On the street

I hate him 
Why do I hate him
I hate him
I hope he falls down those...

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Today I saw the most beautiful sun!
Today I'm so grateful for being alive!

If you’ve found serenity, continue with the next right thing
If you’ve found sobriety but are triggered, play the tape
If you’ve found celebration, pass on the hope and sing!

If you’re still in that loop, wait for a moment of still, quiet, and surrender.
There’s a...

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The Bee sucks honey
Engraves a blue elegy
Flower's death is near


-December 23, 2018 Chattogram 


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Life lives in life inviting the death of first life...

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The chick killed its brother;
the weak have to be expelled
from the nest,
It had to be the last and the first,
the one still instinctively pecking,
still begging from the raw red mouth
to endure long enough to soar.

She feeds it the meat of its sibling,
She has no sorrow for death
yet she must blind her eyes
to do this thing.

It...

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Riding the spiraling clockwork of reality again –
Off to the sky, beyond the clouds…
And the revolutions grow faster, but, slowly, I begin to perceive their pattern.
I am a slow learner, but I have been given the gift of time.
Bittersweet elixir of life: unfulfilled desires and unrecognized gifts,
Kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain.
Already, I have dreamt 10,000...

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No more though I pine, may I rip from breast and thought
This blind obedience to kind that claims all that is naught
What tranche belies and thus survives divided from the whole
Ere natures heart must thus depart from customary roles
As fleeting breaths do evanesce in splintered harmony
Bids archeus farewell to dwell in brief obscurity
What balm may...

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