Best Jaggedly Poems

The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles 
It embraces them
Nature knows not war

The landscape is tranquil, peaceful
Nature likes it that way
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills with
A myriad display of colorful flowers 
Flaunting the multi-hues of the rainbow

The...

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Death Comes

All arguments and denials were fruitless;
The deceased fell prey to the Master Thief.

The “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . .
Just Too Cold to Resist! . . . They Say!

No worries though . . . They Say:
“He looks so life-like!”
“He looks like he’s sleeping!”
“They...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that seemed solid too often turned squalid. With unfinished thoughts (and...

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Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough to perceive it clearly
I must warn you, it’ll be the...

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I return each year to make my peace
I wade through  quilts of grass and stone
Beside the  mounds, of cold damp earth
And pray it's true.......that angels hear
Will gather 'round to listen, now

I need to know that somewhere there
is someone close, to feel my breath
To...

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(There's a thirteenth 'zodiacal' constellation, Ophiucus, The Serpent Wrestler/Holder, or the "Twelth Symbol," as here used. In some ancient cultures, serpents were revered as feminine symbols of rebirth/healing, and bees as symbols of wisdom, while Roman catholicism considered coffee to be the "wine of infidels"...

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LOVE IS NATURE, NATURE IS LOVE

and surely man is no inferior flower
to die unworthy of a second spring?
(John Clare – The Instinct of Hope)

The landscape is tranquil, peaceful and calm
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills 
Myriads of blushing flowers brighten the spirit 
Nature...

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First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon.  Finn,..our...

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In Barren Fields

I jaggedly walk in barren fields
Where my brother waits for me
And angels descend with their shields
To protect his soul thru eternity

I gather strength to build my wills
Pensive and lost, cold and alone
Then I sit amongst the daffodils
Looking at his name scribed in stone

Tears...

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It has been 40 days, now, since my mom’s passing to the afterlife
But my feeling of “lost-fullness” is as untainted and as vibrant as the first moon
Way too bright for my eyes to see, especially when, it’s my heart that’s doing the seeing
Everything becomes a...

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Canoe, golden brown inking rust colored depths, reflects the shape of my buried soul in rootless flight

Grassy banks envelop the waters and root the hoary trees that are the ghostly spectres bending

To reach for me with blackened toothed arms jaggedly carving silhouettes into the waning...

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She stood there throughout the years knowing one day she would no longer encounter this earth.
Her fingers gripping the cold soil sinking in every inch of her hurt.

Her limbs hung low and her texture clung dry.
Her brittle hair barely gusting in the abandoned night sky.

Symbolic...

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I am from a place where the sun shines
Full of many many traffic signs.
I am from a place where we play baseball
WHACK
And umpires make calls.
I am from a place where there is an Arch
And where the cheese is full of starch.
I am from a place...

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Hopelessly drowning
Among raging emotions
Turmoil and broken pieces left floating
In the most dangerous of tides of time

Cracking off the barrier of a shell once whole
Chunks disappearing of a body unknown
Empty, incomplete jaggedly standing
Storms encompassing the bottomless landing

Crashing waves engulfing
Remnants immersed in the turbulent seas
Animosity surfacing in...

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Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain
both beloved affluential cognoscenti,
     (took their life via cerebral hypoxia)
     neither death can one explain

left family and friends to speculate
     without lapsing into speculation
     impossible...

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