Best Html Poems

A visitor—
icicle fingers
tapping on my windows' pain—
white blanket in tow

Hurting enough, I paid him no mind
so he kept tap, tap, tapping
‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared:
a final, gentle tap
shatters my windows
My rainbow world
now smothered, pallid,
forced into boredom and slumber,
sunlight chased away

and I am never the same again…

Soul...

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"Angels & Demons"




The Soul never sleeps
battered and lonely, the lesson 
Life spent in The Hard Sell

Soft-served you become
melting Insomnia 
mouth sucking a loaded gun

blue ribbonned and veined
pulsing electricity 
from heart to lung to brain

you’re a free bird
flying high two crimes
now swallows two minds

You converse smoothly
while...

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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 writ
medium calculating in the script

In that other time
there you hold me in your mind
spiritus mundi
 
consort I
with you
metaphoric in another...

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FUKUSHIMA, OCEAN EXPOSURE:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4eGzS0eYuo

FUKUSHIMA RADIATION IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFPEY-r9QQY





"Abandoned Cities"


Empty sentries standing firm
Vacant windows glistening
they sit with Poe, Van Gough and Edvard Munch all broken
waiting patiently ears open, silent screams, nothing spoken
empty library of learning, all that is beauty and wisdom burning
burnt out shells,
 
End of...

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Under the Stars

The cobalt sky has many eyes;
they're brightest just before sunrise
as starlight.

Sprinkled amidst the indigo
we stop to let the sandman sow
his stardust.

Glittering `cross the peaceful night
we view a shooting star take flight;
we're starstruck.

The sky becomes a starlit show
as sea reflects its silver glow,
so starbright.

In...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk...

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Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake

6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava...

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"Free Falling"



You have to believe in Magic
to believe in the poetry of You

If you don’t believe in Magic
you are nothing but a black line 

bleeding to the right creative, 
without left margin

for logical analysis,
you’re fixed invisible screwed

a tree
with no leaves

a forest
with no trees

stories with no...

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Insistent starkness claims a leafless day
Where morning breaks with silent calm and dread
The slope of field is framed, behind the glass
reveals a fallen tree, with jagged edge
and grassy hills now laced with autumn rust 

Inside we find a plain and cheerless room
The table sparce, an...

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This poem gives a slightly different viewpoint of the meadow in 'Two Painters,' written by Arthur Vaso. His poem can be read by visiting his site at: http://arthurvaso.weebly.com/current-poems.html


From a hill overlooking the meadow green
I watched two painters with canvas and brush
Eyes focused on each other...

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"Cherish Armour"


She 
wears 
Her armour,

LOVE -

draped like chain mail
shields You 
with Her heart

When She is drowning
She will throw You to the sure
safe for Your future

And She will cry of lost children 
morbid oblivion, 
damnation and desolation

Her tears flood wider 
than any vast 
deep ocean 

Hidden...

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“Soul Cry”



Yeezy you da best
Not ice cold soulless 
You gotta big heart
Wanna be next U.S. Pres'
You now swingin' with da rest
with your delusional pal 
That Humpty Dumpty 
gonna have a big fall
One messy cracked 
bad Orange egg
That Joker card's a Trump 
You surfing on the...

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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi





"Whypt Syllabubs"

ROMANCE 
is a feast
hungry for Eros delights
sweet nothings that do...

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My wife may go, but I must stay
My unused ticket in my hand
Her flight is finally underway

The Nazis held my full dossier
The word had come from high command
My wife may go, but I must stay

Our cigarettes within the tray
With lipstick stains upon her brand
Her flight...

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"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it all
as a child, the grief stolen
all too swiftly and replaced 
by the caretaking seeds planted
where grew the weeds, to newly...

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