Best Inevitably Poems

Painting by Edvard Munch, 1895: "Moon Light"

your soft hand trembles in mine
no words are spoken
we observe our ascending full moon 
as we have every month...

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the night as black as a newly broken heart

      increasingly 
         the...

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Be it evidence consequence or coincidence
Every night as I succumb to somnolence

Heavenly smoke rings of frankincense
Rise upwards with sweet opulence

Dulcet dreams inevitably commence
Without fanfare hype...

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Dear Children,

I can only give you a deep love that lasts
The span of my lifetime, nothing less.
On a quotidian basis, you will feel 
The warmth...

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The Story so far…
Makani (The Rising Wind), a beautiful extra-terrestrial researcher is sent to a remote island to observe earth. She finds Sam, a shipwrecked...

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We all have a blank page
We have a story that we are writing and
Starting over is a gift so do not fear a new beginning!
There...

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September’s almost coming to its end. 
The shining green that clothed the trees in June
Has darkened as the shorter days impend;
Their battered leaves will presently...

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Beauty

Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone,...

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Good old ageing inevitably involves loss
Affecting our faculties 
Varied for each individual
Different losses ,different degrees

Frustrating and difficult it is
A struggle at times to say the...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK!...

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The Paths We Choose 
   by Edmund Siejka

When I was a young writer
I read all the greats
Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Yeats, James Joyce
And...

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the bright monitor
glares through inky darkness--
a clock ticks

My heart lurches painfully in my chest as my mind tries to process what I'm seeing. My mug...

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“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your...

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Facing fragile feelings held within,
pain will inevitably begin.
For; pride rebuffs attempts to amend
the sins that you stubbornly defend.

In a world of scammers and fakers,
trickery breeds...

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