Best Intone Poems

Living Truth

Ancient guides of venerated truth
Stumble through numb spiritual graveyards
Where truth casts its shadow in chiseled words,
A signature of affection,
On moss bathed alabaster stones that once 
Gleamed in treasures of veracity,
Autographed insights of the ancient sages
Screams out the litany of wisdom
Then begs, like balm, the...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...

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The Fountain



Where have you been my love

Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies

Did they capture their images on high
As you floated through the siphoned mist of your dreams

I stood on the golden rim

Where comes this shimmer...

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I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love each other,
And blessed by a couple of kids - a...

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Wind, your double essence is well-known.
Whispered summer breezes you exhale;
Then suddenly you turn.  You surge and wail,
Expelling rage, you bluster or you moan.
Your brute relentless nature then is shown
For you become a cyclone, Hound of Hell,
Or show yourself a monsoon, squall, or gale.
Unquelled, a...

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In silhouette of  dreams  hovering 
That meanders vivid  upon the night;
The hum of music from so long ago
Romances the air … a twirl, a lyric--
While  tunes of mist  stir  of rhapsody
Along the harbor to fling and  gently play,

A...

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Haunted Mansion – Beware!

Abandoned mansion cries in loud creaks and groans
From deep within the dark cellar ghostly moans
Attic lights flicker...then suddenly turn off
By unseen hands of haunted souls castoff.

Windows rattle, winds intone incantations
Of tangled webs to strangle all sensations
Hallways echo spectral chants as terror flows
Reeling...

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range of beauty rests 
                                        up...

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The God Reset

All Hail the mega-Temple brokers!
The Heavenly stock sellers
Chomping at the bit
Who parade in their Gucci suits
Escorting you comfortably
(like Kings)
Into “the Kingdom”come.
Beware: 
Its a counterfeit kingdom
Not the real deal.
(Love money, much?
 (Oh, but we won’t really actually tell you if we don't think you'd...

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Autumn Yawns

Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days
Eventide wrapped in golden umber tones
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Sunset sundrops sweet serenades intone.

Twilight dozes ‘neath the harvest’s birthstone
Autumn savors new frost in early dusk
Scarlet scents,  aphrodisiac cologne,
Festoon icy crystals - autumnal musk.

Vesper rondeaus...

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winter serenade

winter serenade
 frozen crystal melodies ~
  red cardinal chants

leafless boughs sing out
 arias of roaring storms ~
  snowdrops harmonize

blasts of icy frost
 chanting plaintive elegies ~
  daphne flowers bloom

short days intone night
 with a solstice lullaby ~
  fir trees wear...

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I sit in upright chair feet firm on ground
Hands held in form of prayer as I intone
Phrase taken from the Psalms, without a sound
‘My soul, wait silently for God alone.’ 

Thus seated many things seek to distract
Intrude my mind; I’ve learned to let them go
In...

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I sit in upright chair feet firm on ground
Hands held in form of prayer as I intone
Phrase taken from the Psalms, without a sound
‘My soul, wait silently for God alone.’ 


‘Communion’ here meaning ‘an act of sharing’...

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Spanish guitar music tape
murmuring hands on a lap
rises to cuddle a ringing tone
intone spanic delusional red rown  
flamenco dancer in a paint'd gawn
canary islands inherited thrown
an a mild sadness in th' music rhyme
takes beyond thou memories line
to a place that's calm, gentle an fine
keeps...

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Where do you come from, vacant-eyed
hag, and where do you go from here?
Witching your way from border to bay,
who will your mumbling hear?

The babe in the bower is safe for an hour
while you intone your hideous cries;
the man in the wood not even you could
harm...

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