Best Intermediary Poems

The word "Galaxy", is derived from the Greek "galaxias", literally "milky", a reference to the Milky Way galaxy. Galaxies contain varying amounts of star systems, star clusters and types of interstellar clouds. (Nebula is Latin for cloud or mist). In between these objects is a...

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As history unravels in front of my eyes,
hurling truths through an intermediary,
I try to see the picture clearly. The seer 
had seen the turbid future long before
it came to a dead end. Who am I then 

to try to amend   the ancient rules?
...

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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
					
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the pallid orb. Oh how, I long for my planet, Carcosa....

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                             Brahman Nemesis

          22 But to those who...

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VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
I think this is the time to tell you I love you,
And I don't prate to receive woefully an excuse, 
Even if you cling to it as unprecedented news,
Nothing probably can hide our intimacy from each other, 
Did you ever...

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My Lords an adjournment is 
Called for...
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
Thoughts,
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Sudden instance 
Of insistent and uncontested 
Demand.

So prepare ye to soar, Meretrix,...

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I
When the man whose blood ran as fecund streams
Gave up His last breath, darkness fell like judgment
It would hang from midday, one Friday, for hours
At three that afternoon, at a nearby Temple
The thick curtains, at least a meter deep, ripped
From top to bottom, revealing the...

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The Forty-Fourth Conscript of the People.
A portrayal of intellectual and political multiformity.
Its present-nature is captivating and inspiring,
Its epochal-nature is unmarred and univocal,
And its future-nature is unknown and essential.
An Intermediary of faith in change,
Stirring echos of "Yes, we can!"
Rendering credences of optimism,
Stimulating the honesty of a...

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The shippers,
The third wheel,
The chaperon,
Intermediary,

The center of all the waggeries,
that "singles are bitter",
because they aren't inlove,
or haven't  fallen in love",

Have you ever tried,
 to sneak on their mind?,
If they really don't care about love,
Or are they praying for someone to come,
And bring them some...

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I'm nothing else
that an intermediary
between healing and disillusionment...
I am unwritten verse
when I'm not understood...
I'm a steppe wolf howl
when I provoke strangeness...
I just wanted to be a simple door
that offers passage,
Window that shows landscapes...
I wanted to be answers
to all dreams
and daydreams, raptures
of ecstasy...
love and passion for
who...

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THE HURDLES: 

Explain this won't be a devour,
As all this while you considered a diva.
He'd set hurdles, Eva...
Which's breeding woes and fever.
I know you understand that's not trivial,
From the university of life, I have become a keeper.
Don't wish you fail so I remain liberal.
Coast to...

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Be

if you wanna know the truth?
Than look no further, as I’m living proof.
Our story is epic, we are in the midst.
Our novel is not yet five years old.
But I promise you this.
If you give her coal, she’ll make diamonds.
If you give her contrition, she’ll make...

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Writing poems as the moods go round
Captures things never within view before
How nobody can tell that I'm spiralling away inside

How many times I write down that I need comforting
But don't tell anyone
The times I send out that message
In the real world but it's missed

How I...

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Pleasantries of passivity before the pinch of shrill cold
ripples over the landscape in the suburbs of Buffalo—
before its trees crispin and leaves twirl about— giggling
like school girls, rippling in the claustrophobic dark.

My existence, contingent on three months: conceived
in January - a honeymoon baby, born in...

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I'm not restless
but I'm not that light ...
 I live beyond me,
and you notice ...
I live off limits
and I recognize myself well ...
I have beauty of
unmistakable madness
and the strange ugliness
of wonder ...
Outside I'm a beast
encrypted, for
inside I'm pure
fissure ...
I'm an intermediary
of words and conciliator
of passions...

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