Best Internal Poems

Living amid the blurred lines of my reflections
Stark cold fears snow me blanket my resolve
Nestled my leafless core begging for rebirth

Patches of life clumped to the reality of what is what was
Soul penetrating every doubt of self worth 
Raw exposure of glory days forgone

Dreams engulf...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throws of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared 
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.

In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throes of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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With closed eyes she thinks
Angels wings change from black to white             
Her contemplation




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negativity
peel away layers
behold emptiness

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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/15/09
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the...

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     A sentience, where evil notions dwell,
shall also hide a goodness there within.
‘Tis but a quandary choosing one to quell
when weighing which would be the greater sin.
      The moral mind lends not to meager thought
that contemplates...

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"The Internal Garden"



Inwards ever inwards
overgrown with jungle 
my weeds bloom 
eventually into 
the most exotic flowers
colours exquisite 
vibrant and unknown
breaking the external barriers
within the one called home
their perfume singing 
and sending gifts
whisper soft now 
tickling 
all venomous and 
benevolent muses
escaping Amygdala
sliding through Alcatraz
with diamond dogs...

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Peace
Quiet reflection
Internal connection
External reaction
Time for visual extraction
Wisdom from the pearl
Of harmonious being
Searching and seeking
For the truth of life's meaning

Bright colors of the aura
Shine through the soul
Rainbows on the heart
Beaming spirit
Senses are awakened
Lost souls foresaken
Looking for past loves
To release the pain from before
Deep memories to explore
Internal...

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Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow.
I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know
My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative.
My reflecting and planning are liberative.
Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair?
Should my compassion change as per seasonal...

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I'm torn across axis yet to exist,
Or had once been, since been replaced,
By a sense of self and lack thereof,
When we, by they encased.

Cleavage adorned in modest terms,
Abreast as if more than one,
Still less than two, duplicitous you,
Less I divide by hegemon. 

Senses shook, a...

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(Internal rhyme)

One week of peace, I’ll watch the geese,
 Maybe fly southeast, or maybe southwest,
It will be their quest, I’ll be their guest,
 As geese fly east, I will watch in peace,
And sit on my fleece, as geese fly east.

Inherit my wings, give flying a...

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“The External World of the Internal”

when the Internal 
finally woke up,

it was like all the words 
in that book, flew at It 
like flaming arrows, 
an external barage, a tale, 
of trading 10 for 50,
a poetic hot mess of words

it was a rude awakening
from the...

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As she curls her body into itself
Remembering the day that had followed
She is no longer herself 
But only
A mere ghost of what she once was
So much has gone through her body
Her rib cage splayed open like an inviting door
People leaving their dirty foot prints on...

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i sit lonely. 

the crowded restaurant is thick with sound 

i pick away at it 

moving back into the stagnant silence 
of my own comfort

the air is nasty here 
it telepathically abuses my thought patterns

still 
a far cry better 
the loud hum of food 
marching...

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