Best Hazes Poems

Personification of the Elements – 9-1-23
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The Elementals

Frigid currents gather stirring
Mists to rain hail in fists of fire and ice
From fractured magma stone eruptions
Crust and fire collide
In melted tornados 
In hollows where minerals hitchhike 
Into purple ruby hazes
Igneous bursts into fevered conundrums
Where four elementals convene
In cryptic...

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I met a Hippie walking down the street.
She had long hair, big eyes.
Wide-bottomed trousers, orange-red,
Covered in an intricate pattern
Of strange designs, flapped round her feet
And from her shoulders over a flowered blouse
Hung a black satin something
With bright green frills on the edges.
From her neck dangled...

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Tortured and destroyed I fall to the floor,
a darkness waits anxiously for more.
It laughs and croaks as blood falls,
more and more as it splatters the walls.
It stands up to enjoy the kill,
I lay still for I have not the will.
Pleading for a hasty end the...

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we're trapped, and,
inherently speaking
those of us here don't want us to escape  : )
what a     : )

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life is time
time is life
it is mine
like a wife

there is no contradiction
(that is not how) it seems
we live in an abstract
(multi-dimensional) the means

ah, the...

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I watch the curling smoke
rising from my cigarette
my mind’s flat broke
my creative spirit begins to fret
    sipping my hot coffee
    listening to the cold rain
    wishing something would inspire me
    and end this...

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She watches but doesn't see the crashing waves,
Awe and Wonder in her eyes as her mind replays.

Time's nightmare, Love's dream;
If only time and love could happily meet.

A beautiful sight, the sun setting over the ocean, a painted perfect image reflected on water.
She gives it one...

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As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I know she will be something to me
I meant not a...

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Remote land summon an aloof tempest,
Bursting lights glint inquietude offshore,
Edged mists intimate like an apprentice,
Intrigue asserts the clouded to explore.

Inland heating like a warming welcome,
Landlubbers likely combative response,
Unveiled inherent instincts that seldom,
Aid dominions that are so nonchalance.

Newt eyes nictating atop curling waves,
A plucked forest acts...

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“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, and dullards,
Gamblers, dealers, dance hall girls, and other assorted drunkards.
If a fellow’s feeling generous, he might...

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On the eve of, demand. Betrayal was rising. 
The voice of strength evaded me. 
The knife pushed deeper in.
Darkness awoke within me. Its grip squashing the life I thought I had.
I hate you. I despise you.
You killed the life within me.  The cracks kept showing.
I...

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Talk about me
Like I am not in the same room
Push me from your priorities, 
But your mind will not obey
You must engrossingly aknowledge
The edges that mishapen me

Slide your grubby fingers against the surface
Like you do,
Like you tell your friends
Unlock my insecurities,
With one horizontal swipe
Erasing history
Sustaining...

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One day you say I'm your favorite,
the next, life is flipping through pages.

I don’t understand all these places,
but I’ve never been afraid of the unknown.

So I’ll keep smoking my hazes,
until the end of time and ages.

Just hold my hand and I’ll say it,
and onto tomorrow...

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Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic...

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and as the day slowly circles back into a night,
hazes yawn over stranded lost loves final flight
and again here I stand alone yet not afraid, I find myself everytime fighting that maze
like a spider a web will be weave from the throw, deep and darker...

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The rooms are bright white,
empty square chambers.
With memories stale in the air.
The creeping echo of your voice.

Glossy refinished pine floors,
swimming in polyurethane.
Done new for someone new,
who can never appreciate our time here.

Hollow except the single bed,
so inviting to lay my head.
Feel the thick, crisp comforter...

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