Best Intimates Poems

Fresh...novel - ingenuous in this nifty world of poetry
The congregation of well-versed and eloquent poets
Reflexion occupied and inhabited within your bosom
Comments - indited and penned by your hand, 
Enunciated and explicated by your psyche
Behind of what is envisioned and construed
Philia augmented and fruited
Yielding the sweets...

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I'm not crazy about political poetry
Because politics feel a bit ... soiled to me
But as a requirement for the contest
I will say the following, as a humble opinion ONLY ...

I do not know the man
I don't know the motivations of his heart
Or the focus of...

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Your fingertips slide across
The time of day.
You watch the seconds pass
As you argue with the cantankerous hands
Of the clock she bought for you and you alone.
It's that time at last.
She says,  "Darling remember, four o'clock sharp."
In a timbre that lingers through you body
 and...

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Concluding Part of

Oh’ Kashmir  - Last Part 2


One grave mistake was 
Shown by the decision makers 
Of Kashmir,
To convert the green valley,
Into a valley of concrete. 
Dams, buildings and houses,
Were built on places, 
Which were the nourishing orchards of Nature.  ..08
	
Changed by the...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is over that
ridge or hill
a sink-hole, a sand dune, a steep...

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“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment & dire domains won’t let me…..

I am Jayasurya a 62-year-old poet,...

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Oh hearken the struggle, life's gossamer threads,
The delicate sway of hope ...
Framed by churning white of Lord Neptune's might,
Faith dangles a slender rope.

Wan maiden, her savior, and a scarlet shawl,
Battered by surf and gale ...
Yet our faceless hero and his capable arms,
As sure as the...

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The truth suffers in the consequence of its betrayal
the afflictions of this present world cannot come unforeseen
Against them all let sound reason do battle
let no imperial threats scare you
do not be grieved at the laughter and mockery of your intimates
nor at the condemnation of those...

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This morass of a quagmire beleagured unfaithful
bestowment of gifts so easily annulled,
confined spaces of opinionated biased
blown out of proportion like bubbles of miasma...

Wedge issues continue to split like firewood
high temperature attitudes inducing the mood,
court jesters and sophisticated jugglers
cutting deep for the main artery jugular...

Inflamming the...

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Daylight hours too, 
Can be insidiously cruel.
I'm sunshine on a cloudy day, 
And I'm nobody's fool.
My manners will last longer, 
Than any pain he can bestow. 
The lessons from my intimates, 
Outlive the insults he can throw.
There are still rainbows 
Where my heart beats.
Look! He...

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[ Form - Rap ]

( "Love's Survival" is a paucity. The proper dress is ice-skates and blind-folds. - © 1998 - R.W. )


what to do about Plato of late
the Greeks convinced

and about Pluto
lost planet status

he-haw atmospherics since

lost again when earth's bit brawl is done

say fie...

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It rained, last night 
By placing her head
On the lap of whirlwind 
The rain fell... last night 

The rain of Rainy season is funny 
It never intimates you
By thunder or storm
Anytime, sudden rain

Last night, the rain has come
In light feet, in sleepless darkness 
Last night,...

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I am alone on the island of death
Around the bodies of hundreds
Natural disasters happened a little earlier
All dead
My enemies, allies, relatives
Some of the most intimates 

I am on mass of ruins
Loud noise...Moaning...Unbroken silent in a trice
I am just at the end
There are no tears in...

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My family was large, and when we were heard our mother call
“Get down here for supper, kids,” we’d scamper down the hall.
There wasn’t much conversation. We’d devour all the food.
“Seconds” went much too quickly among our grasping brood!

In sweltering Iowa summers, we’d play or swim...

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Best For Last

We bare our souls capriciously exposed,
O'er a chronology gift long ago,
Humbly traipse fortuitous hearts composed,
Traverse fragmented biannual flow.

Oblique drifts of periodical moons,
Guide our latter half just as earned before,
Nature flights of triangular formed loons,
As seasonal exchange caused them to soar.

From color-filled picturesque scenery,
To...

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