Best Lay Claim Poems

I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm

With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek...

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With bending stem and shriveled leaf
another day of scorching sun
becomes an ache without relief-

a day where growth has been undone.
As baking earth converts to tomb
with thirsting roots, no fruit, no bloom
the end, its arid course has run.

But gathered clouds reveal a sign
of hope that death...

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I wander within the flowers of my mind
following the paths blind footsteps find
amid the flowing scent of rise and fall
sweet mystery of nature’s siren call

for darkness shrouds the vision that I seek
as flowers paint in aromatic brush
upon love’s petaled winds as if to speak
of color...

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They called her the Fire Woman
for wherever there was fire
she was there

In the Fall
when all
the brush needed clearing
in Spring
when everything
else needed to be burned
she showed up, smiling
beguiling flames
to her beck and call

Her tall, brown-skinned frame
'though lean and weathered
and stooped a bit
was still powerful and somewhat
imposing-...

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Goodbye to the me
you thought I should be

My life is my own
not yours out on loan

I'm not what you sought
I cannot be bought

No guilt can lay claim
nor pressure nor shame

To bring me in line
with your selfish design

Start looking elsewhere
for somewhere out there

Is one whom you...

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If my love we must part
   Let us part under shroud of night
Who I ask is afraid of the dark?
  Tiss I who fears the darkness when you depart
Times passing shall never lessen the pain within
  I suffer so, longing for...

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“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.

Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?

Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?

We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.

You knew this,
You cherished this....

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Each new day my treasured thoughts you lay claim
As minutes stretch and I search for patience
Restlessness arrives and your love I blame
As it calls to my heart with reverence
Nothing collides with the world but you
As time becomes much harder to replace
This love shared without hesitation...

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I feel more than a little out of place
As if my trusty pen does deface
The paper, that lies stubborn, blank,
My words hang heavy and outrank
My thoughts, which battle to clear
But struggle in a fog of fear.

I try hard to shake the demons out,
I will not...

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Hello, everyone. Today we welcome the famous color Purple to our show. 

Hello. I’m so happy to be here.

So, tell me, Purple, Why do people refer to prose sometimes as purple?

Ha! I’m sure you know that means a flowery or excessive amount of writing. I...

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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.

'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger...

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a storm rages outside.
sky, overcast with clouds
fearful sounds echo, 
through mountain crannies,
like that of shrieking bats in flight.
trees shiver under wind's might.
everything around,
presages an impending doom.
the least pressure may
tilt the scales and tip the balance.

sitting in my dim lit room
with all the windows shut
unable to...

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Oh, let us write of gentler things
Still wondering why “the caged bird sings”*
Or rise upon a thermal shaft
Of feathers drawn upon first draft
Or watch the sullied surf subside
As clean-up crew of ocean’s pride

Oh, let us dull the razor’s edge
And loudly sign a silence pledge
Deny the...

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Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose am I created?
How does something so perfect, create something so...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs considerably from the French original, but arguably it could lay...

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