Best Ink Is Dry Poems

My inky echoes conflate, 
atop mountains of ivory versos; 
Blank pages into whispers,
like the sway of moonlight tides;

Papers dappled by my ineffable, 
frays of jet-black...

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(The Fallen Poet)

Shadows, fall from the east
Winter show, white meadows,
Compelling words lost, in a silent world
Beautiful, Bloomingdale is how it goes
Apocalypto-- my very own limbo
Alone...

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I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp

There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that...

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Poetry tears ..
Crystalline ants march down my face
Like little soldiers they line up in formation
communicating with their feelers
words drip drip drip onto the page
Leaching out
Spreading...

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My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean, 
desires to spread
through virtuous threads 
with thoughts, reflections, 
colors from within -

yet at any given...

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When the pen has lost its way
When ideas and ink run dry
Leave the desk and turn away
Take what wings you have and fly
Leave facts and...

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There is no poetry without you  


Softly flows the sunset colors
painted on tired skies with fire
Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints,
the fresh scent...

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In God's own ink
with bloody hands,
he writes his life away.
        Incarcerated.....
   yet he's free
to have his...

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When a poet reaches the end of the line
the restless hand lies idle, the ink runs dry,
watching the final rays of today's sunshine
eternally on paper,...

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It seems my well of ink runs dry
                 ...

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i never knew who she was
until i was called "plath-like";
same obscured thoughts
abundant in poetic frame of mind

i scribble thoughts
like shadows on walls
beneath a pale moon
that...

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Do you scribe with a sword of honesty
or the feather of a sketchy lie.
Nobody wants to be taken for a flowery parade ride.
I would rather...

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I've been dealing with the fluvid,
And boy, it's hit me hard 
I was out and about last week, 
When it caught me off my guard
...

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My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological...

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I go in search of an elusive Muse.

Her flight has left my vessels cracked and dry.

Shafts of moonlight bathing o’er savannah,

radiates no mist of magic...

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