Best Incised Poems

Plunging, lifting, plunging -as wind blew ashes all around -
the shovels' blades incised the cold and black encrusted ground.

Attached to shovel handles were the arms of skeletons - of men,
who pausing, hacked and wheezed; then bent and smote the dirt again.

With bruised decrepit bodies -...

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There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —

defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch you when you fall
as your sticky grip on the star’s razor edge slips

back away from the black back-alley -
use the...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within smoky stones of faith, 
ticking away airbrushed twilight, 
illuminating fireflies,
amidst...

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Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

—Psalm 91:1 NIV

              I’m loved by God
        safe under his...

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Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.

Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant vaporous mustard milked
from forest loam's black breasts
beneath life's heavy kneading tread.

Sudden, determined winds attack
raping writhed skeletal remains;
stripped spring's green clad...

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Slicing the instinct
The arcane was torn, curses spit
Teardrop bated as the breath hunts
Wound wide open, the heart cries

The ripple of pain unable to stem
The cimmerian sigh loud and stay
Body falls along with the bridge of hope
Toying life unwillingly to be blamed

The chain of fate convoluted...

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Hold me within the virtual chalice of righteous
And never let me stray too long amid the imperfection of this body
From this visage of dignity, once poured upon my soul...
That not deceit nor hypocracy become the written ledger
Upon the perceived reality of my lifes legacy?!
Let no...

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Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these

Sinuous corridores in sublime; a maxims inverted souvenir; effusions

Waterfalls of wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enigma....

Craven images incised within marble stones strewn amid the roguery  

Of a silent night; rustic crossing the cold damp earth;...

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Here squats a Black Widow spider,
who sups a swig of sweet cider.
     He spies her there,
     scoots close to share
and sips the hot brew beside 'er.

She darts with aim to devour,
her size gives her lethal power.
 ...

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We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River,
journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the
paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised
with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep...

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Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his heart was dismembered as it stood still one sentence then silence
No stream no consciousness emotion arrested a world destroyed broken...

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There’s a realness to Charles
a rawness
a grind 
that makes you want to
	slap your leg
like an old jazz man.

Bukowski wouldn’t care
what the hell you thought of him.

There are those who say the common
	isn’t poetry	that the miniscule
is not as worthy of terse verse
concise, incised, precise jargon.

But, Charles...

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Last summer after a long while I enjoyed a dream vacation,
when I was wonderfully filled to the brim with satisfaction.
It was truly worth the hard earned money
to be away from the city life’s cacophony.

I went to an idyllic village in the high Sikkim Himalaya,
where I...

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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?

As one way or another many, infused, inebriate their thoughts to inertia

Binding and...

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