Best Intakes Poems

“Frequency” 

we are separated 
from the others
by a thin membrane

electromagnetic

we are receptors
unignited ununited
only tuned into our own

frequency

existing to be lit
the fuses touching
reaching delicately 

that which we do 
and do not see, 
believe

answers embedded
in tablets read 
then swallowed

poetry 
more ancient
than any book 

cuneiform keys
to passages linking
ziggurat...

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I’m here.
Holding up the sky

It will not fall on you
Not again
In these days once more
When you tell me you canna do it
Not again

Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart
Yet so close as to tingle fingertips
Gasping at familiar melodies of desert songbirds

The smell of earth after a...

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Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after...

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Beneath the hailing of the storm, my baby
And I hold each other close, rock in to the
Rheum of the rain, let the thunder strike,
As it chases after the tail wind of the lightning bolt,
But all I hear is his heart beating in tune with mine!
Passions...

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anxiety, care, corruption, creation, destiny, environment, rainforest,

CHERRY-PITS AND FOGGY AIR©

Miseries mount on high
If only I had that again
Too little too late too much
Life’s no bowl of cherries
And the rain fell hard today!

Skies sheathed in dust and smog 
Pollutes the once green terrain below
 The ‘fresh’...

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corruption, discrimination, feelings, judgement, nonsense, poets, spoken word,

ScatterBrain/ Misdeeds! ©


From my scrambled mind brews quagmires of twaddle--- 
I try to assimilate wisdom with lyrics….  
My mouth slags ‘lost’ for proficient words ---
And fall short when none come to note! 

But so many vulnerable targets...

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Ode To A Dead Pilot
   
 
  The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then frown.
Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew.
A...

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New England's late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.

She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why and how much of water
she consumed each day
each month 
each...

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desire, destiny, future, games, journey, life, men,

©Wheels of Fortune 

Monumental acts are traumatized to stillness
Breathe intakes become gasps of disbelief
Speech cripples to a moment’s pondering 
Whether to bring upon laughter, guilt or tears 
When ‘understanding’ becomes a path
Time records a lifetime of questioning
To what progresses...

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She had many good days and bad ones. There were sad moments and happy ones.  There was a period in which she was a daily soft drink consumer.
But I must say that there was nothing soft about the drink she craved.
She was captivated by...

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A Hush falls upon the night,
As conjurations take full flight,

Sashaying through the misty dew
My thoughts drift towards you

Silently asleep lips lightly apart
Rhythmic intakes keeping time with your heart

A sigh, a gasp, a frown,
What could thy dreams be as the rain thunders down?

A smile in the...

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Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated
My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement...

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A sweet kiss
 hard pressed
returned 
fervent embrace
Languishing
 such joy
Divided
 with one who means so very much
Slowly granting
 further, more
giving body
 soul, entirity
Our blood pumping, pounding
 our heads racing
We gasp
 feverish intakes of breath
Taking the passion, the love
 in its whole being
Just as we crave the...

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Death calling

Very few are talented; gifted to discern the undetected sleeping peacefully, Whispering tightly sworn secrecy. Few are specially hand-pick curse to detect.
Numb wind- gentle breeze, cold air breathing salty rusty slightly decayed; mask in air intakes; provides disguised to skeletal fingers velvet faint touches
Rested...

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Standing on the shoulder's of giant's 

Where we over reliant 

To place our faith in the footballing God's

When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath

And the crowd stood silent

Our race was run

And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome 

For us the end...

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