Best Gyre Poems

That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a...

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"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether 

sublime 
not normal...

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I thought the landscape burst in sudden flame
with embers wild cavorting in the glare
of dawning sun, but boundless sparks became
a throng of monarchs flitting through...

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Lapping against the shoreline’s edge,
Fluid quartz-crystal of waves rush
through my toes . As I align home-made
paper boats wiggling against ebb tide,  
the looped hammock...

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Tethered by life's boundless gyre;
doltish in the headlong plunge.
Swirling in its turbid mire;
mock demur feigns to expunge.

Inchoate thoughts swell pathos' rosters;
errant guides whose hack beguiles.
Pay...

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Why do mechanics need manuals when they’ve fixed it before?
Answer my question or I’ll walk out the door!
Didn’t they attend trade schools or get OJT?
Why...

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A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit.
Morning has sprung, evident only
In the vague concrete illumination
	of an overcast sky.
Scattered twigs and last night's...

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The whole world is not enough,
For my overflowing sorrow to engulf.
The firm mountains could not shake,
By the mere quiver of an earthquake.
When my love could...

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The eyes of mild dawn on the body of sky
No nose to smell
No ear to hear
No tongue to speak and taste
No hand to touch
No leg...

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The violet tress of clover blossom,
marks the countess' winter solemn.
Her sorrow,
her cardinal wanton 
for her prince,
falsely in prison.

There is no respite to her yearning.
There is...

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My toves are not slithy this evening,
They will not gyre or gymbal at all.
And worldwide the wabes are all dusty.
While North Korea threatens,
  ...

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I soak in his charcoal fingers drenching my buds
when nightfall  rips the hem of my skin,
a coral fire glazes  upon our mouths
and the...

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"The Goodbye Road"



Glass slippers 
cut roads clean 
like diamonds
they dance through the storm
and Yellow is just a colour
ribbon tied around a tree

never Gold 

Monkeys fly
flattering...

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I look at the bare walls and contrast my life
The cracks tell a story of disruption and strife
The smoothened plaster belies the coldness of cement
The...

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I.	Creation

Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests, 
Jungles, beaches, other worlds...

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