Best In Between Poems

"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back of my spoon

the feed they found,
passed the disingenuous time;
some found it hot, others -

scratching the surface 
paltry yard confounded,
some alarmingly...

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How I am torn from even thinking we could be more
What reason do I have to change what we already are?
I make an effort to stop myself from overwhelming you,
And the next moment, you are all over me,
As I, confused, welcome your playful caresses…

And when...

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"The Great In-Between"



Oh jolle 
vision green 
shining 
black feather-framed
emeralds
spilling over 
the mask’s rim
walls fall while
Jericho doors close
lockdown 
unravels 
like a mind ribbon
travels 
through words
swimming in 
an ocean like 
tadpoles 
growing 
tales 
evolving
through 
the singing hooks 
in the mouths
of whispering
phantom poets 
listening 
with the 
eyes 
and...

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The world comes knocking on your door.
And changes nothing from before.
For who we are is from within.
When we learn that, that's when we win.

There's always some who think they're right.
They just disturb the peace in night.
They only see their own disdain.
With no regard for causing...

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Scarlet sun peeks through
a slit in darkling storm clouds.
Butterflies go home.
Sky meets sea at plum border
as pink moon trails, in order.

...

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Today is nearly over,
And tomorrow's not quite here;
There's a glow of a silver lining
As twilight drifts so near.

This time is in between
The precious here and now;
A whisper of a moment
That captures then and how.

Today is fraught with trouble
Tomorrow is but a dream;
I need to know...

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The day begins and then it ends
But somewhere in between
Is where the memories are made
From breaks in the routine.

It needn’t be a far-off trip
To some exotic place;
Perhaps a quiet respite from
Life’s often frenzied pace…

Or just a sunny afternoon
Of backyard fun and frolic.
(A city playground works...

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Most of life is spent in
hope for better things yet
expectation of what is to come
or anticipation of what could be
and while this is good, even necessary...
Focusing on the few
more “memorable” moments
misses out on much
of the spaces in-between:

Time with loved ones
time amid others
time to ourselves
time spent...

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The oath spilled over my lips
If you hurt me, said she 
I will never forgive you!
No, it was not the words
Probably the pose, or the voice
Or was it the silence between?
But there was power, and I swore
A daunting spirit 

In Between, Silence!

Today, I awoke to...

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The grey in between,
is where we will be,
we who choose to think,
we who choose to bleed.

We who choose to fight,
only to exist,
only to be unknown,
only to persist.

Only to evolve,
only to grow,
only to be in the now,
only to be in the know.

Yes we choose to bleed,
bleed...

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The sun was shining, smiling towards mother earth;children happily playing
While through the world mothers were giving birth

Love birds singing in the bright blue sky; husbands and wifes keeping each other warm through out the night

Families uniting, sharing the love all the time; friends bonding with...

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Winter's subtle brush and Spring's balmy stroke
On ragged frost to glossy flowers
Will on with the heaven's wheel go—
A passing through your new older hours,
The sun's condolences, for dark power.
As you've preened birdsong into my fear, 
Your beauty's long and lasting ear—
My heart's breakthrough, tissues finally...

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Life We Lived In Between

Found new poem existing in my next thought
And to write down wondered whether or not
If I really should so that you now could read
Which is sure to fulfil your want and need.

Write it down this instant for sure I must
Upon your...

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In between rain drops of nimbostratus skies,
he sheds salty tears at our ocean's demise..
Sharks with their peculiar odd strides,
dead sea lions and whales wash in on oily tides..
Deep in the jungle where the lions abide, he
hears the baby elephants cries. Alone, now
orphaned from dawn til...

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In between
Between the cognitive and the dissonance 
Between the lover and the loved
Cradled in the arms of Vishnu I am the infinite possibility 
Between states of matter is where I hold my potential
I crave to be held but who’s hands are big enough to hold...

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