Best Inlay Poems

Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
As celebrating the birth of almighty sacred church bells ring
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling...

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For the third time Pandora stands before the box
Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold
In her hand is the key – she closely examines
Intrigued by its...

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A stairway of tinted boulders reveals
The fable of old gods marking a past,
Etched on tall red-stones divinely claimed…
And as I ascend to touch a warm...

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Love is the bind between sighs and cries
And can release warm light upon the dark
Has the strength to move within lows and highs
And shine on...

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As my way is made among the thorns,
An inner beauty a rose adorns.
A darkness present, tries to hide,
Still, the rose blooms bright inside.

The thicket of...

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Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed...

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(alternate title – A bona 
er fide dog day afternoon delight).

A mere half dozen vowels 
constitute the English language 
    Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay
Consonants...

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My psyche's playground
Is a horrific landscape:
There is no escape 
From the snagging cleft
Of its jagged inlay,
As steep as a million years of seeping blood
Coagulated through...

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The number seven carries me away
Where imagination and numerology have a stay.
Dreams live celebrating each new day
Free from realities and evil’s prey.

Seven years of praying...

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The eye-to-eye association flick life away. 
Pretty natural tones ring out in my flyway 
Light, invisible hands bait me to the clay. 
It's excessively captivating...

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All these connections like points on a compass
constant awareness like breath on my lips
knowing that you are still out there and wondering
if you still are...

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All is red in Birstay
city of red clay
We throw it all day long
and sing a merry working song
In rhythm with the wheel

Once a month merchants...

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...I remember when it was SOMETHING.
A Lesson OR Blessing, actually BOTH.

Is blood thicker than water? Not if bad blood has formed. Was it always tainted,...

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Grandma had a garden
that she carefully tended to
she talked to her fruits and veggies
as she made her walk through
On this particular day 
my hardball went...

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