Best Incarnate Poems

Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where flesh eating insects
devour my motionless corpse.
Yet, I'm a victim of my own demise,
stranded upon sand dunes,
as a martyr for sacrificial...

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On indigo oceans and emerald seas
by arctic wind and tropical breeze
in valleys forgotten amongst ancient trees
the essence of magic is bourne among these.

Much knowledge is found in the eyes of a doe
the rabbit who senses the way the winds blow
uncanny, the wit, of the common...

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Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, 
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead their lattice captures my yearning.

The sculpted window panes of the hazel eyes unclosed,
flutter like the flamboyant wings of beguiled butterfly.
Onyx...

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In the cycle of lives, in the wheel of fate,
We tread our paths, our deeds dictate,
For in Hindu belief, karma reigns supreme,
Guiding our souls like a timeless stream.

Incarnate souls, in myriad forms,
From human realms to animal norms,
Each birth a step, a karmic dance,
A chance to...

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In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
I know well that I have lost my track.
I have gone astray from my God, all goodness incarnate.
Searching Him, lonely and longingly I stray, 
To place Him not in a shrine, but in my very innards.

In me, now is...

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Christ, avatar.
One Christmas star
Cosmos ajar.
Life dusts disperse.

A child of God
Like trees in sod.
All on Earth laud.
One universe.

December 8, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: DESIDERATA 
Sponsor	nette onclaud


I Chose Theme #2

NOTE: av·a·tar
'av??tär/
noun
1.	1.
HINDUISM
a manifestation of a deity or released soul in bodily form on earth; an incarnate...

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Mary I reigned over the land
her approval was in demand.
Yet it's quite odd
that she was a fraud.
Too bad she wasn't entombed in sand....

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On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do...

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Eugenics is about monoculturing supremacist delusions 
of and for AnthroCentric Perfection.
Eumemics is about multiculturing nutritional inclusions
of and for Matriarchal-Iconic EarthTribe's nature-spirit Yintegration.

If we wish to begin facilitating regenerative evolution
and discouraging degenerative terrorists and fundamentalists,
it helps to keep in mind:
Just as contesting the spread of new...

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I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent...

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It was a spark that lit the freedom path!
Young boys and girls broke out in wrath!
They wrote on walls what once was a dream.
“People want to overthrow this rotten regime”
Soon the police captured these tiny creatures,
And put them through all sorts of tortures
Their folks condemned...

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The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate

With needle in hand incorporating love
in every single crochet stitch
that's my wife
tad more'n a quarter century ago
then newlywed to yours truly
slowly, magically but inexorably
transforming skein of yarn
into requested end product
of her tastefully done choice.

Eventual inchoate objective
will become...

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On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do...

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The spider 
whose web I've been 
crashing at 
is getting kind of 
sick of me. 
  
I guess it's about 
time I strike 
out on my own, and see 
what I can  
make of myself. 
  
I stepped onto 
the sidewalk, 
and...

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On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do...

Continue reading...