Best Lairs Poems

Take my heart and carry me
to where all dreams are born.
Into loves arms, oh such a place
that's always safe and warm.
Away from such deceitful lairs
where blackened virtues swarm.
into a light where peace must shine
and grants us pardon from a storm.

High above the mountain tops
or low...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss
Collaboration with Kurt Ravidas

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous rage and great sorrows
this beseeching spirit begs for more tomorrows;
yet as silence echoes...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous rage and great sorrows
this beseeching spirit begs for more tomorrows;
yet...

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The umbra of my Soul's eclipse,
Stellar dweller cosmic ships.
Solar flares and lunar lairs-
Blackest Holes and deep abyss...
Photo gamma satellite,
Telescopic magnetite.
Anti-Matter fusion shatters
Super-Nova afterlife
Gravimetric poly-synthetic-
Nano vortex optic aesthetic
(Overloaded circuits exploded!)
Isotopic pseudo-frenetic
Electromagnetic static compulsion;
Subatomic particle propulsion;
Supersonic chronic convulsion-
Microscopic mega emulsion.
Toxic, caustic antiseptic,
Hyperactive epileptic; 
Hydroponic telekinetic- 
Quantum neuro...

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No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.

Seconds cloned from darkest matter
Mutated minutes dredged by fear
Mind confusion as reason shatters
Innocents lanced by emotion's spears.

Flowers edge the steps and...

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Dark Night – City Streets


A dark night on city streets
soft yellow glare of streetlights
outlining slow creepy things.

Scents of cooling kitchens
and boiling excitement
tickled the deepening thrill.

A rising tremor of frightful glee
slinking through the streets
mocking the shadows lies.

City streets crawling with anticipation
window shades peeked through
doors held ajar...

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Panting in low moans
Meandering through dense brush
Shrouded by evening sky above a forest

Crystallized by frozen branches
Oaks, maples, pines
Coffin wood encasing icy earth

The amber-eyed predator’s fur
Damp and matted
No prey in sight as hunger grows

While creatures huddle with their clans
In feathered nests and sheltered lairs
She trekked on...

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We went to the zoo that fine summers day
Seeing many an animal in captivity play

From all over the world, five continents all
Where many are thriving, and many will fall

I find it ironic when we view and we stare
For outside we slaughter, in their dens and...

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Frisky, gray squirrels scramble
Beneath a massive, old oak tree
Gathering the best acorns they see
Their fluffy tailed, lively damsels

Opossum wobble on short legs
From their laurel sheltered lairs
Toward the thickets where there’s
Vast bugs and spiders in their webs

Gentle, soft haired rabbits assemblage 
Onward, seeking out grassy fortresses
Where...

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Let Me Watch The Sun Go Down

Let me watch the sun go down
The end of a life giving day
The flowers tightly curl
Hiding their beauty until the light returns
Breezes slow and fade into stillness
The scents of the day drops onto the moist ground
Animals crawl into their...

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Once upon a night so bleak,
frozen silent laid the creek --
air of death, pushed, swore
and swore...as if were fists
pounded the frail, wood door;

shutters noised, bolting and
banging; metal hinges oddly
clanging – cupboard glasses
adding more tumultuous tang, 
as they, in vile unison, vibrantly rang…

suddenly, through frosted pane
I...

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Miss Ocean wears her blue-green dress,
Sprinkled with tiny crystals beads
That sparkle in the morning sun.
She shakes her ruffled petticoats of white
And shows off for the passers-by.
She dances on the jetty rocks
With seaweed hair that streams behind
Before she dips her head again
And swims far out to...

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Time and events chisel and shape our lives,
an unknown sculptor blue prints your life plan,
a knock here, a cut there, we think ‘not fair’
we journey along through ridges and lairs,
rewards flow in that we relish and cheer,
count our gains in terms of money we earn,
real...

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"No, I won't read you, no matter what!"
"Even if you get a POTD, I will keep my heart and pen shut."

Such a terribly, nasty state of affairs.
When they associate only with top poet lairs!

I had enough POTDs to already know who would prefer death! (by...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting the present poésie 
Rimbaud’s Lettres du Voyant appear
of painful yesterday’s...

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