Best Kyrielle Poems

To you who knew me in my youth,
Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth;
Before you passed to heaven’s skies,
I saw an angel in your...

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In Praise of God

I look to you for love and grace,
Trusting belief in you I place.
Please keep us safe within your sight.
I feel your presence...

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Abandoned in the fifties after the war
A freight elevator stuck between floors
Obsolete machinery, splintered old chairs
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere

Dead air presses...

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The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived. 
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd...

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They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day...

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When her smiles are no longer real
And she laughs only now and then
If every thought is now kept sealed
Hold her until she feels again

When memories...

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For sunsets that can make me sigh;
for all your candy for the eye -
each mountain, forest, lake or shore.
I Praise you, God, for gifts galore.

For...

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Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.

Confined to this...

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When Autumn veils my season's smile
and lingers in the air a while . . .
though Indian days be gold spun,
my summering will come undone.

Night's shadows...

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I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity...

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Oh, mild flower I chanced to meet,
A ruby red, yet so discreet.
She'd never seen a hue my blue.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Her fragrance...

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"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression..." excerpt  from 
*a poem by Just That Archaic Poet


The summer of my...

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From heaven's splendid throne above
You show the world abundant love.
For daily breath and length of days
Oh Lord, I bring you thanks and praise.

You fill my...

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No Poem Is Lovely As  A Tree

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.*
Each season's trees, a rare delight.
A stalwart...

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The sun has set and evening falls.
A silver sliver moon hangs high
above my house; behind its walls
I’ve made my bed, and here I lie.

I think...

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The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.

Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep...

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We hear the prairie whispering
when meadow lark is on the wing
and pipit echoes a refrain.
Sweet solitude is his domain.

The sigh of breeze through blades of...

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To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart...

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Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Companions...

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We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be...

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(A Kyrielle Sonnet)

The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
one Christmas day where one was killed.
Sweet daughter they would not see grow
left crimson blossoms on the...

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On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely...

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I come to you on bended knees
Knowing you will hear my pleas
By your side is where I long to be
Oh, God,be mercilful to me

Your...

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Poet Destroyer...
When I first noticed your name, I wondered could you compete with me?
I wanted your heart in a frame and demolish all your poetry!
Poet...

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He says the nicest, kindest things
And doesn’t know the joy he brings;
A friend to all, the young and old:
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold.

I...

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