Best Kind Of Poems

I am broken
there is no one
to pick up the pieces
no one to melt the gold
to let it flow
and bind the pieces
to make me whole

KINTSUKUROI 

it is nothing but a lie
broken, I die
I pull the pieces of me
the shards cut
I bleed
my tears mix with the earth
I...

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I see God in nature, surrounded in the beauty of our earth.
As God may speak with his spark of life dwelling in me,
Expressed though HIS thoughts in my poetic word’s birth. 

“Now all of my children born and reborn in this world,
I will be your...

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An eagle finds the highest mountain to build its nest
And lays the first layer of nest with sharp objects
Such as thorns and stones for the unborn with zest
And next, covering that layer with soft targets,
Such as wood, feathers and the animal fur.
So as the baby...

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He writes His poems in the sun…
Streaming through the trees at dawn.
He pens a beautiful stanza…
When the deer takes graceful flight.
He rhymes the words that we feel…
With more than a sing-song appeal.
He whispers affection and compassion…
Through the words that bring us acceptance.

God’s kind of poetry...

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If I could,
I would love you each day for the rest of my life as if there were no more tomorrows.

If I could,
I would show you the sheer rhythmic splendor of a true heart that yearns for only you.

If I could,
I would wrap you securely...

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I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you can see
They are tethered by my imagination
I am a God...

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O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s...

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Kind of Blue…

Slinking into a still hue of blues 
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs 
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt 
 Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars 
Blue moods of so...

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We need to "Love" what we have "Got to be",so that we can have "Immorality"! There is a "Fire inside of you and me"!!! The fire is there so that we can reach "Immortality"! I and you can find the "Dream that can come true...

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She moans and tosses
He sleeps lightly as always
And quickly is wide awake
Aware of her every move
He knows what will follow
He is ready

The moaning becomes a scream
He feels the terror 
Knows the vile dragon that she battles
In her nightmare
Filled with hatred for the beast
He moves closer...

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His poetry written since the beginning of time
Not in mere words did he inscribe his love
But in the natural world and the human heart
It is the perfection of earth and skies above

The hills and the fish ,the eagle that soars
Deep oceans, great plains and grand...

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It was an ordinary kind of day,
You had left me to go to work
And drop off Denny at school

A factory klaxon was sounding
In the distance; and I pictured the 
Morning shift dragging the night's 
Dreams inside
Outside, the peach trees we had 
Just planted, bowed to...

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She could be ----

   whatever she wanted to be.....

Cause the seas mighty with storm

   to scorn the shores of whorish men,

   and descend them to depths forlorn,

   or lift their wee-dignity, conspired aloft

   blue-sky-spires;

Spiraling to...

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Do angels walk amongst us, to be honest I really don’t know 
     My answers may seem rhetorical, for what life tends to throw 
    Could well be our imagination, reaching out tendrils with clasps
   ...

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What kind of idiocy is this?
She asked the strange Alien Miss.
Alien Miss gave her a brutal hiss.
Warning from her deep thought abyss.
Stared into eye of solid blue disc.
What are you here? What is your business?
E.T. asked her if she was a whiz.
No she said, but...

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