Best Lavished Poems

Pondering prophetic legacies of timeless lovers,
my heart yearned for a province lavished with perennial passion.
Searching for an enchanted perfect petal,
I wandered within the flower garden of infatuation.
Marigolds shone, smiling among mellow yellow roses,
but their fair friendly fragrance could not quench my thirst.

In the distance, a...

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Each element of who she is, is scattered on the grass, 
with the scent of earth, the drop of rain, 
where dew reflects a sky of blue.
Her senses are illuminated to harmonize within,
with a howling wolf, a roaring bear, the song of evening wind

She walks...

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Friends with names, some with faces
                                 all with voices to be heard
With a...

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You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride
I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide
now your expectations and my anger collide
because your blessings seem to always find a place to hide
I try to be my own guide
then you...

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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
               teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
  ...

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As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable, how much love they lavished and what sacrifices they endured. A snapshot...

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sometimes I sing 
antique anthems,
of the nights 
I was confined 
  within a bottle
of diamond tears,  
wept woefully
   from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of 
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like 
  starburst chandeliers, 
when t i m e was...

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I have seen spring’s awakening
And basked in summer’s sun
And I have watched in awe
As autumn’s colors softly sprung
But now that winter’s here
Amid the softly falling snow
I mourn for the beauty
That was lost so long ago.

Oh sweet bird of youth
You lavished me with your love
Whispering sweet...

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If only I had been a teen in the Fifties
I'm sure I would have had "Happy Days",
Like Fonzie I would have donned a leather jacket
And young babes would have lavished me with praise

Like James Dean I would have that swagger
There'd be a cigarette hanging from...

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Me....,
a shy ..,
 and 
bashful guy
always kept me.,
confined to last bench..
down my head,
huddled heart ,
blenched my breathes and 
arms always clenched..


Staring with a thief eye
to each one 
around  me 
but confrontation
was not my forte .,
this fragility always
kept  me away 
from my very interest
and...

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He lied about his industry
and cut me to the heart

She tried to be a mystery
please, I'm way too smart

He had a way with levity
I always had a smile

She made a mean rotisserie
And that I won't deny

He swore that she was history
Oh! was that quite the...

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They fought for honor,  a way of life,
For their country and their King.
Willing to lay down their lives, 
Against adversaries overbearing. 

I wonder what it was like,
As thousands marched acrossed the field
What courage and faith they must of had,
To meet death with just a...

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As the master potter plies his wonderful trade
To mould the clay his design in his head is now laid
He shapes, he feels and he moulds it with care
The finished piece still in his dreams to be fair.

With his skill and inner eye he sees his...

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longingly, eyes
look on with lust;
the luster
lavished on
the polished violin -

the Stradivarius
as if
hourglass-shaped.

the sigh of sex
upon
the inanimate,
animated
by man.

the shudder, the gulp
of two bonded
in sin - its possession.

the greed, the tingle
of melodic light,
as the bow mambos 
a c r o s s  the strings.

the instrument
and the...

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So to you,
  My love:

In a moment 
i
ponder,
with resolve, I call.
Without distraction I 
move affectionately
to your life.
Resolutely,
to capture a morsel 
the images that you portray. 
I have a wander lust;
unquenchable I seem.
I am a reed; a stick 
lying near the drink 
of an oasis.
I...

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