Best Interjects Poems

HER

               the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza del destino.

   the buds claw down her back,
send shivers down her spine,
      ...

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Love's light beams from the hearts and souls of Man
but His insecurities shade its glow.
And in shadows, hate and bigotry grow;
though Man's conscience interjects when it can.
But, like a child, He fears the bogeyman;
facing repercussions, He lets hope go.
Scared of storms, He revels in the...

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Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder.  He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, next her.  

Guinevere is pleased her eager leader, Caesar’s seen her.  In degrees,...

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You perforate my normality 
with snap-shots of the past. 
Images of yesteryear form 
a slide show which interjects, 
dove-tailing, sneaking in to 
the now with the stealth of 
the stealthiest fox. 

Distracted from the present 
my mind meanders down-stream, 
pausing at a bridge arched over...

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I came to see you at the remodeled hospital
there were bright tiles, statuary Marys, and assorted saints
"full code" was on the door.
We talked about your eventual escape and some summer plans
Now ,I am informed by curt text that there is a DNR with "comfort care,"
and...

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There's a story,
As old as time,

Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,

She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it with love and because she's kind,

The wolf trots ahead,
He's a mastermind,

He eats her Grammy,
Wolfing her down with a glass of...

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from the extremely large to the very small, rocks have been game changers
  planet-sized melters, moon-makers
  asteroids with cataclysmic impact, dinosaur terminators
  again life's prospects pivoting
  this time, on tiny stable debris-lump, Sun-Earth L4 legrange point
  with 'Human' made early...

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The sweet bliss of silence.
As loud as white noise.
A crowd of imaginative beings bless me with their presence.
When I need company, they never fail to show.
When everyone else fled the scene.
They never chose to go.
I prefer emptiness because I've grown accustomed.
The same way that the...

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I’ve been wise in my own eyes. Intellect.
 	Eyes shut not wanting to let light interject, and it’s dark.
	I can’t see, thus I’m sent walking with a blindfold.
	And I hold, my own understanding.
	Landing in the palace of pride. 
	Remove this log from my eye
	I beg...

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It used to be cogniscenti versus intelligentsia,
Now the battle has taken on new forms,
Art is infinite he says,
haven't you ever really known a person she says,
You can only know a person through their art he says,
You're a good f*** she says,
Which will win,
Its been going...

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*Image of Human Wake Up Light by Pixabay.

The Eternals Wake

Afterlifer's believes consciousness dabbles, effecting furtherance,
gainsayers, henceforth, interjects jocularity,
knowledgeable limits mortality nonbeing ... obliviates predominating, quasistationary,
relinquishes significance tasked ultrafamiliar,
vaticinators wanderings xenial,
yearning zen.

2021 October 18...

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Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes

Remembered dance steps centuries old

Changing partners on a whim

Caring not whose creation they will trim

 

Father North Wind interjects boldly

Guiding the familiar waltzing journey

As flake swirls and spin gracefully

Always retaining their individuality

 

Jack Frost, his night shift ending

Leaps and twirls from...

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Opposing standards is one of Tim’s favourite past times

Not for the sake of difference but to cherish critique

to brush away his take on ignorance searching for his truth

Internalized self-evident and for the sake of future revelation


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Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot we somehow lived in teetering on the green tufts of...

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One day I was browsing poetry.com 
reading a poem, it was quite fun. 
But at the end, to my disgust 
I found that the author cussed! 
  
Thoughts of anger rushed and flowed 
through my mind, my fingers bode: 
'I don't like certain words...

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