Best Halted Poems

'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst...

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Awake... my first breath in the quiet of an April dawn
becomes a halted gasp, caught and hung in mid air
A warm, silent smile deepens as...

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pages to a story like dreams to a night 
while consciousness starts to dim unconsciousness remains bright 

like words to a book that composes a...

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The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are...

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Blossom

Enchantment



Does my heart yet beat?

Beg you - listen close, for I cannot



I fear it has halted its inexorable drum

Swallowed, as I, by the depths of...

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Five strangers rode into Bodie, a small gold mining town
They didn't look at anybody and kept their heads down
At the Citizens bank they halted, it...

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The shield riders heading over the Dunlaven bridge,
They ride as swift as the wind,
already their weapons were ready,
they did glint, not, in the deepening shadow.
Ride...

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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to...

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Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed, 
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted; 
So weary and dizzy, even a smile...

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friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,

          but it's elusive spirit - always beyond our...

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the one whose beauty I treasure the most
Brittle and dark her love no one knows
As if under a spell that does not go
She makes an...

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OWSZAT

The match was slow and boring
The runs were far between,
And an air of dreamy somnolence
Hung o’er the village green.
Then out from the pavilion
A handsome figure...

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still. 
~ William Shakespeare


I...

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The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with...

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