Best Insular Poems

In the far away island on desolate seashore
You build your desire castle of dream sands
You protect the fragile niche
From the breaking waves rolling to reach...

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My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.

like a sputtering engine my...

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The daily BS saga continues
        as censorship’s still on the go
      Poems culled,...

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The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers...

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Cat lights on the table, bling!
Can opener growl to open a tin
Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing
Cat stretches full length
A paw to each shoulder
A...

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Beauty-words languish in my soul, mute,
a million misty drops suspended,
trembling, in the atmosphere
not yet spoken into rain.

They lie captive within the barred cage,
innocent prisoners condemned
to...

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Angrily, rain enfolds the insular rise of lawn undulating. 
Anglers dream, envious fishermen, inside looking out urging 

apostles, who elope within imaginary onslaughts, hooked unburdening's.
Aloft,...

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You create them
You give birth to them
You nurture them
You raise them
All the while seeking to rearrange them
For you insist on always owning them

Kids are forever
Children...

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Death has come
Falling softly like snowflakes
On flowerbeds
The winds blows the dead sheet of leaves
Every time I see greatness rising from the earth
Like a new pea...

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A laughing boy
he was our own
our one and only own child
so beloved
so serious a child so easily traumatized
so insular and difficult
so beloved
his mother
different and difficult...

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Harmonious co-existence vexes as
Ugliness of spirit overrides all sense:
Man, woman, young, old - locked in constant conflict.
Antagonistic leanings destructive, but
Nations are split by doctrine more...

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The slow time has now begun, when
flakes the size of quarters fall
adrift on gentle breezes again
filling the hollows in stone walls. 

In insular suspense we...

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There is us and them, but we must learn
Who is us and who is them ... whose blood is on the floor?
Whose illusions like shambled...

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Island of fantasy

No swim wear on Bikini Island after all those testing years
waiting for the hidden radiance to…stop this is reality
I need to escape from...

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Apartment dwelling strangers
who never stop to talk,
don’t know the people living
a few doors down the block.

They nod hello while driving by
but never know my name,
somehow...

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