Best Lay Waste To Poems

Gentle wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather hold me in thine uplifting arms.
For thy tender ministrations are my sustenance
Each satin, sweet caress a blessing.

Bold wind, please
Go...

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My slumber knows no measure...
There be no sleep for me.
The hounds are barking through the night
For immortality.

I toss them a leg of hubris
And a banal...

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I rode to power on a Midwest horse, 
Bearing amongst the feathers in my cap this terse brief 
from my broken people:
To lay waste to...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the...

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Unpurged sad memories


Unpurged sad memories lay waste to my soul
Surreptitiously seeping to the fore
Flee me from demons devouring me whole
Lest eruption at my volcanic core
Paint...

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As a coiled viper strikes
without reason,
unleashing its intense venom
to its unsuspecting prey—
Shock becomes entwined 
with pain in waves of desperation.
The viper, 
apathetic because of its...

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Quietly floating in brilliant colors.
Delicate, soft, and supple.
Easily torn in haste.
Smells of home in spring.
Upon erect stems some lay waste.
Looking wilted and torn.
Small particles fall...

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I have conjured you into existence and now, you are a raging tempest in my mind’s eye. I shudder at the mere thought of you...

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I came to say, I cannot stay, I know I must be going, in the royal unreal realm 
of simple selfish self, shedding/shredding of the...

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All the praises you pick along the streets
Go confirm before a new-bought mirror,
And if those rare glories you all find true
Then know she’s near that...

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We have been observing the expanse of the parched land for many years, a land that stood the test of time and captivated by myriad...

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A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody       
  ...

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A TAXPAYER SPEAKS

Years ago when filing tax forms reared its proliferating death’s head
I cursed, perspired, and thought about moving to a foreign homestead
As a low-income...

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If Death be now the final cut
With no path to Heaven's door...
Thou I've never had the courage
To believe there's nothing more.

So forgive my celestial musings
And...

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I see Fire.
I see Rain.
All differences. 
All the same.
Many faces...
...of loss and gain.
Many hasty...
....shots take aim.

Bodies down...
....torn and maimed.
Bodies lay waste...
....truthful shame.
Unknown race.
Unknown claim.
All differences
All...

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