Best Intones Poems

On a broad street 'neath spreading sycamores sits a stately dwelling.
Its elegance and surrounding grounds are so very compelling.
Gracious gardens and towering pines enhance its wide expanse,
All girded by a charming, yet sturdy, white iron picket fence.

Gingerbread ornamentation adorns its every eave and gable.
At the...

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Carpe Diem 6-21-24
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Carpe Diem Dance

What lives today, changes faces tomorrow,
    The breath of dance conundrum,
As days of clay crumble into mortality.

Wisdom’s alliterations
  Speaks a monologue into the jealous
          Tiger of time at...

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Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means spleen infamy
while intercepting it invokes Victory's voice,
in the huddle a...

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“Through me you enter the city of woe
Trough me you enter the eternal pain
Through me you go to people lost below.

Justice inspired my highest factor reign;
I was created by act of divine,
Supreme wisdom and the first love as main.

Of all created things the first is...

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Always in black, Fr. McShane
raises cathedral hands and intones,
‘our brother is finally home.’

Absolved of the fight to contain
a lifetime of tears
in this ceremonial splendor

I just have to wonder.  

His Nikes are ‘home’
in the walk-in closet,
aren’t they?

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
August 31, 2012...

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Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;
Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control;
Crows, the crows flee men of straw, sleeves slapping at the wind;

Grass, the grass defends with blades, impaling truant gusts;
Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry...

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Mandela In You


I scanned into your entire writ
I perceived an unremitting wit;
There’s a Mandela in You,
Oozing from your daring script;

Loaded with a spirit of sacrifice
To eradicate mundane malice
There’s a Mandela in You,
That resonates in your artifice!

A Fighter for Mankind’s thrall,	
Equality for gender and for all
There’s...

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Isn't boredom is its own birth of freedom 
In this antebellum age
I have fashions of a vision
That I could put to page

I need to rage against
This dying of the dream
To etch on ancient canyon walls
And sound my barbaric scream

The seductiveness of my antimuse
Slithers through my...

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by Michaelw1two

 The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
 each the times bemoan;
 stressed by compassion's grasp,
 ingrained word sown life disowns;
 individualist rare, previews minds mood,
 frigid wills he does discern;
 insurrection, a thought held vast,
 implied truth's, tout one’s dishonor.

 Prerogative, free your...

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I have three little birds
in my terrace.
They not want to go.
They do not want to leave me alone.

Kiss, sing all the day
about the fire on your lips
and how you put them on my skin.

Caresses, sing every time,
about your arms around me
like the sea's foam around...

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Song of My Heart

Heart song,
Midsummer dream,
Intones sweet poetry,
Love notes resolve in harmonies -
Vespers 

Music,
Weaves themes of joy,
Transposes dawn and dusk
Tableaus of half-notes bind lost chords -
In tune

Verses 
Winsome lyrics
Tempos sing in duets,
My song breathes in stanzas of sighs
On key

Refrains,
Heart arias,
Beat with mercy’s cadence
Laughter chants a...

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Nehanda: The War Prophetess


Nehanda bore the groin
That animated or begot me
With a hardly wrapped loin
Peeping Toms tried to see;
Hanging by the cruel rope
She spun a ghastly surprise;
As she gave up the spirit:
“One Day My Bones Will Rise
Angry, from this grimy grit!”

    ...

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Silence

Life often lives in silence on tippy toes
In the forest who hears the soft snowflakes fall
Dew evaporating – the earth turning slow.

Which ears discern the musical sunlight’s call
Wistful ballads sung in shadows of stars -
Platinum midnight dripping from moonlight’s shawl.

As raindrops swell in clouds from...

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My feet firmly planted below me. My past
Behind me, slowly becoming less real.
And before me, lies a future
A Land I want to enter, but the gate is closed.
So here I stand, My path bright coal- waiting.
My eyes looking for someone
Or something to blame, turn inward.
"You...

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Las Animas

Light intones creeping darkness in unfinished overtures 
 Of fallen leaves scraping against a broken path
  Like distant footsteps faintly heard in rising mists
   Of incensed passages leading to a yard 
    In growing shadows where life reflects...

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