Best Interminably Poems

Bits of every consciousness does live on
Transported through cosmic thought energy
When the whole of self is nearly now gone
Deep down inside where nobody shall see

Some could call spirits back upon command
When one wants to hold on to endeavor
Just for those inspired instants once so grand
This...

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Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, 
the vital  from the plethora of logs. 

Voices buzzed  interminably : known, alien, 
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus to silence; 
urged own moments from the bustles! 

That mercy...

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May tranquility reign and grace your Thanksgiving board this year,
As you thank the Good Lord for all the blessings you hold dear!

I pray that it will be a time of good cheer and not a free-for-all,
As in the dysfunctional family described below, ending in a...

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To glance at the jagged hill is a dream
Just as I yearn to amble over its magma flow 
Like a million salmon swimming up my bloodstream
I will see the Soufriere Hills, I just know
As the earth vented its seismic frustrations
many fled its tectonic conniption
That migration...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s accomplished in advance
	PERCEPTIBLE syllable distanced by far from pure silence by an immutable very flat zero movement
	By distending explosive the...

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"The Padded Soft Cell" 

Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections 
pooling through

the inmates 
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals

Anti-clockwise, 
I told them to change channels
when words become mute
and mummify themselves 

in the gadaidja’s 
interminably 
terminally blessed...

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Fear of God, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem, Miedo de Dios

(The second and fourth lines of these quatrains all end in the same rhyme, a feat it’ll be hard to maintain without appearing to be inflexible with the sound rather than the sense of the...

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She sprinted through a rugged woods
Away from free loading fathers and filthy no-goods,
Away from tear soaked teddy bears and lungs filled with smoke.
She found herself unmoving, crying in the arms of a weeping willow oak.

She is what remains of a fractured household,
A rotten tapestry of...

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I've traversed Kansas more times than I care to remember,
In the searin' heat of August and the chilly cold of December.
I suppose the Kansas Tourism folks would disagree with me,
But bless my soul - there just ain't all that much to see!

The roads stretch interminably...

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You knew by then there wasn't much left,
except wandering sterile halls--
amid blackened lungs; 

Where time meant nothing--
fading into insipid yesterdays, 
knitting needles complicating--
tomorrow's worried hands;

Age, flattened numbers--
held tightly against your heaving bosom,
as if engraved with loss's stone endearments.

Charred coughs loudly wheezed--
spitting hope upon white cloths,
yellowing...

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I am deceased;
  I perished that day.
    Nothing is left of me,
      I left myself behind.

      There is a new somebody
    alive in the husk
  that once...

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Symphonic sirens serenade me from afar;
distinctive, delectable scents tickle and tantalise:
my senses awash with anticipation
as, finally, I lay eyes on my prey.

Slowly and surreptitiously,
I draw ever closer to my quarry.
Prancing and playing, oblivious to the danger I present,
their movements trigger something deep inside:
something ancient...
something powerful...
something...

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Once I fell
A very long way
Time becomes nearly still
Just as they say

In the descent
Strangely, it seems now, I am able to mull
The nearness and implications of my unexpected end
Approaching at the speed of ground

I emerge bruised but something new
Overreacting, interminably repeating
This eventually recedes too 
So...

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There it was, my thoughts now plentiful
So ‘tis that my imagination running wild
Doth my eyes be deceitful?
A woman so fair and mild

But behold, my mind lends trickery
To visions of fiction 
A complex dream, so persnickety
My heart feels away not explicable by diction

How can this be?
For...

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God hath provoked man with many challenges about this globe.
One of them requires the patience of a long-suffering Job!
Ensconced with fishing pole in hand on a grassy bank,
Waiting interminably for those wily fishes to yank!

Whether one uses expensive tackle or a simple bamboo pole,
Or cruises...

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