Best Hides Poems

Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
(free verse)


On a stony pebble, feet cried out in pain,
why does, in our way, sharp pebbles forever lay

and the beat goes on

daily turmoil and sadden goodbyes
nightly terrors, old broken toys
vacancies of illuminations
dark echoes that reveal
dismissal of kindness

and the...

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In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside manner.

He surrounds himself with a staff of beautiful nurses
who rush...

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LXXVIII 
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm

Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet...

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Embraced by unfortunate solitude consumed within a bitter aftertaste, despair. Eyes seeing through everything with frustrated wonder minus awe.

The ground holds still yet barely, hopeless-a heartbeat whispers hardly loud enough to choose. Gasping for purpose. 

Love's dying.
Reason fades.
Eyes close open.
Hope begins to perish.

Grief, loss, shame-so...

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Please tell me where the music hides
Said the boy to the old man
I swear that I will seek it out
I'll find it if I can

Then the old man smiled at him
Slowly he replied
I'll tell you where to find it
Though it doesn’t really hide

There's music in...

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Note: I am very pleased to have collaborated with Robert Lindley on several occasions in the past. Today, I have the pleasure of doing so again.
Robert, as always, thank you no end for the fellowship and inspiration.

Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
A collaboration...

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An Autumn rain teases the roses
Splashes within cupped petals
Challenges the lone bumble bee
To pollinate the late bloomers

Chipmunks grapple with wet acorns
Leaf armadas ride the rapids
A lone goose questions its choice
Children know what the puddle’s for

October hides behind next Sunday
Readying its cornstalk mazes
Spicing up its pumpkin-ness
Adding...

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moon hides behind cloud
rare invisibility
secure of notions

Russell Sivey...

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When I am dead who will read
these little songs I sing
when thick the mould presses down
and darkness hides the spring?

My soul so filled with longing,
finds too short life’s little day
to fulfill a lover’s hunger
for earth’s beauteous bouquet.

I think my voice will shout aloud
although they say...

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the people's money
they called it porked
inside a barrel 
that can be inserted 
on the greediest pockets
tax from sweat and blood
of the working class
that strive
to find conforts in life
to help the poor as they reasoned

long greed had consumed
the country that i call my love
that the money...

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In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She. 
More sense, She makes with He. 
 
Because she embeds him; 
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound; 
And engender one great power in unity.

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile...

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While dodging dangers where trouble hides,
you've learned to beware of trickster games.
And survived the emotional tides
in a sea of strangers with no names.

You can't imagine how love must feel;
for it's a feeling you've never known.
Yet, the ache in your heart is real;
even though it's masked...

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with challenges and never hide 

Our struggles may seem endless 
but our determination is tireless 
we refuse to be helpless 
we'll keep pushing, limitless 
our hope, unbreakable and priceless 

We'll keep marching ahead 
with courage, tenacity, and stead 
no matter how difficult the thread 
we'll...

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gold hides in mountains

earth veils its many treasures

surface holds no clues

 

 

(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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People usually laugh
when they hear I am afraid of demons.

Well, if theirs left along with childhood,
or never existed,
good for them.

Mine still follow me
everywhere I go.

I am as scared of those noises
as I were as a little girl.

Can’t you really see the claws on my throat...

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