Best Imbedding Poems

How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines? 

His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous mass has more than an eternity brushed abrasively against my own. His serpentine belt has been felt and wetted with the...

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Poetic Justice


                         Deepening sorrow awakens her in the dead 
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Dog Star

The clarity with which youthful vision perceives the world
Is increasingly fogged by the successive days of life.
Simple magnanimity is replaced by complex reservation.
Knowledge is replaced by uncertainty.
Hope is replaced by the leaden awareness of the cold laws of chance, and of time’s passage,
By the...

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It was said of old, 'Truth lies open to all', but today 

               perception is  all; no one is perfect but perception 

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no shortage of familiar metier real
     (material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow

     junk bonded barnacled
     accretion encrusted
     amidst gems buried
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This stance, back up now against the steel,
moving the unmovable an inch,
in a change of events quite completely surreal...
Metallic shavings all over my feet
imbedding footprints into concrete as eyelash slivers to the moon-

And my calves are knotted to freeze
My expression a vehement determination
and all of...

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Quietly creeping, imbedding its self in ones mind. Hiding in the deepest corner it can find 
waiting for the perfect moment to spring its trap. To wipe away what feels right, it consumes 
you. Your thoughts and feelings make you hollow inside, your skin crawls...

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THE SEED

There is the seed
That must be planted
There is the soil
A refuge, a home 
A nurturer a guide
A provider of tools
 
And with proper nurturing
The seed grows roots
by imbedding in the soil
With proper maintenance 
A plant grows, a flower blooms
 
The leaves fall off the...

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A mountain tarn,
a deep-water eye,
high and blackly gleaming.

A scramble down slippery scree
to look within,
then a tingling apprehension
of being too close
to an unbalanced footing,
one that is a lip between
tilting ground
and an entrance to nowhere.

I can't say what I expect to see,
not the bottom of a mountain,
a...

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