Best Imposes Poems

Here's a fact, life is no bed of roses.
        It has a habit of knocking us down.
           Whatever injustice it imposes,
Welcome it! Don't let the world see you...

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SONNET FOR THE SILLY

A blessing on all kinds of action silly
Let our God not be a solemn old curmudgeon
The folly that belies the serious dark and chilly
Which imposes stark importance with a bludgeon

For freed of strictures rife with disapproval
The spirit can create with wild abandon
Without...

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Give me wine, give me poetry
and a hug to shake off these blues;
give me the sunniest and bluest sky:
give me glimpses of an unstressed tomorrow...
without masked faces that cry behind them!
Breathing freely means absolute freedom,
but the loss of it imposes a new norm;
what can distract...

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Power of zero,
is free from expectation,
thus always victorious.

Love’s effervescence 
imposes no condition,
for its warm, soulful embrace....

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No apparent order to illness, yet
Tonight it’s gunshot wound night
Last night was the night of the inflamed appendixes
Prior to that, the night of the living gallstones
There’s a full moon, no other reason
Price of tea is up in China, outside it’s freezing

    ...

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Appointment to have organ removed by robot-assisted surgeon.
Air-conditioned, no mosquitoes in the OR. When you arrive
You'll remove all your clothes. Naked before the ladies, nurses
Who have seen it all before. Mainly remember you're not unique.
Think about the government while they're mixing up the medicine.
There's always...

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Tonight, as I gaze at a blood red moon in the sky,
I hear the rhythmic pattering of gentle rains.
Memories and old melodies, I recall with a sigh,
as the sweet fragrance of red roses remains.

I hear the rhythmic pattering of gentle rains.
I'm reminded of another time...

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PAUL VALERY TRANSLATION: “SECRET ODE”

“Secret Ode” is a poem by the French poet Paul Valéry about collapsing after a vigorous dance, watching the sun set, and seeing the immensity of the night sky as the stars begin to appear. 

Ode secrète (“Secret Ode”)
by Paul Valéry
loose...

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Friendship is....?

The warm feeling inside, we always get
when an old acquaintance is unexpectedly met:
the sound of a familiar voice on a telephone line,
that sincerely asks: “are you well and keeping fine?”
We seek information after ill unexpected news,
as we phone folks almost forgotten. We peruse
the paper,...

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Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership 
overpowering another's ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.

Enslaving force perpetuates Ego's full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could "own" another's Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom...

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When I begin to feel that all hope has been lost
and I'm treading water on a sea, storm tossed,
that's when I seek solitude in a quiet sanctuary.
The decision to be left alone is never arbitrary.

Sitting in the shade of a tree brings me peace
and stress...

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Ode to Spain, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Oda a Espana

					(before the Civil War)

(Alejandro Duque Amusco draws attention - in his selection of Carlos Bousono’s poems – to 
the fact that José Luis Cano considers Bousono to be the poet who re-introduced the theme...

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Chapter 13: Leaving the River

Our leaving the river I think surprised us both,
But the seeds were sown early in our preparations,
And shared philosophy of following our bliss,
Simply stated, the trip stopped being fun,
Prairie du Chien, Iowa, was just where it happened,
Three days of an unending...

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the past  (( collaboration ))


by~ Abbey Haigh

'The past gives me goosebumps, 
to think about in detail, 
not to hover over the pits like a feather, 
but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the creases,
 to unpeel the half healed wounds and to...

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This world for some is so tough,
We keep spending money on useless stuff,
When there's kids out there dying,
Crying in poverty in need of surviving.
We keep buying to impress, 
Trying to look good in that new dress,
But a woman far away is really in need,
She's had no...

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