Best Inhabits Poems

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The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and...

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What smug pseudomorph 
inhabits my reflection,

adroitly mimicking my 
every manner and expression,

mercilessly mocking me 
with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive...

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Fluted hands angle on knees as glimpses 
sort the knitted threads of a late afternoon
where gathering of blooms abide.
Almost friendless, a man inhabits his space
ready...

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I want to break free -

from this confining shell that

my soul inhabits, 

warmed by the sun, cooled by winds

beyond      the...

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I watched that heavy door begin to close,
all the while the winds above me rose.

The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
the memories haunted...

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a diabolical grace ...

dark, deep, warm-black arms of
an endless night wrap me ...
head thrown back in abdication -
arms spread wide in surrender,
falling backward, back, back,...

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She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is.
A beautiful, bubbly little girl.
Heart opened to the world, trusting everyone who inhabits it.
The corners of...

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WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return....

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It is the pure mystery of amethyst
that inhabits my world
It glows in dawn light along
 receding shadows.
Cool, enticing it embraces my soul
Adds those  fresh...

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Colors dance on the canvass of my life
In an intricate interplay of hues
Intensifying and weakening at different stages
Fluid colors in constant motion
As I age, different...

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I  

A spark is shot
Deftly, from between two fingers.
It sits, wavering on its bed
Like a lone star
Against the black,
Cold coals.
Chuckling, a candle flame shows
Its...

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Friends believed she was dead.
The doctors worked frantically.
No sign of why her heart just stopped.
The last thing she had said before she collapsed:
"I wish I was dead."

Seems that her wish was granted
Cause doctors still have no cure.
What most...

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Faith is a cat, treading softly,
with delicacy, with hesitation,
unlike the dog-like dogma
(so aptly named) which seeks
to hold fast a believer in its
proud, fierce and steel-like...

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Distantly wandering ~ a meadow-vast lake
Refusing to let the consumption of my heart break

Icy cold tears frost over my face & cheeks
Being lost for weeks...

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Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens...

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