Best Lidded Poems

It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon.  You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick.  It takes you ten minutes to get into the car.  You never let me help and say "I'll manage...

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A simple scene a nestling seeks the comfort of the night
to lay enthralled, engrossed,  in memories of past days,
the nectar drawn from rivulets that run past blackened lash.

A lidded eye roves left, then right, as if it’s been betrayed
a corner tick, a slight knee...

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GOLD AND BLOOD 

Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a 
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Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded

With wonder of images that aren't complete.



My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.

Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.

Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet



Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.

Colors explode...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest 
To concrete electrocution. 
I am distilled from Suburbia and Bohemian at Brandenberg
Rigid and saturnine. Heavy lidded Lichtenstein moons
And ruby...

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Sweet scent of magnolia permeated the air
on the cusp of a balmy summer gloaming
Myriads of stars would soon gleam above
My garden was already dappled with light
awash in the luminance of tiny fireflies

Diminutive lanterns had taken wing
in search of a mate or to feast on prey
Dancing...

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This is my temple 
Like a box
Rectangular contained and lidded
Blood and bones and veins consistent
Asking questions
To my flesh...
Molded giftwrapped thus from ashes
In this space live organs dwelling
Shall I hearken
Soul and sirens
...ever melodies of feelings
Hearken to the simple spirit
Like a chamber or a prison is my...

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As the year goes to sleep, all the crisp air is laden with light
The wind has a way of shaping the leaf around its restless form
lining each road and trail with heavy-lidded brilliance
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For Andrea's Contest
October Bliss/November Dreams 10/10/14...

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"Blue Avians and the Poetic State of Mind 

post apocalypse
the mother 
sought the assistance
of Blue Avians.

when it came to 
eggs stolen from a nest
who better than to 
seek the assistance 

of those ancient
wise creatures.
they had a keen sense
of the poetic.

without speaking,
they intuitively 
understand
the misunderstood.

The Blues
shot...

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The wind
howled ice-cold, clear-sky
lullabies

and awoke the moon,
who gazed, heavy-lidded,
at the stars around her

Leaves and dust
danced sambas and pirouetted
along the desert's river,

who was shivering uncontrollably
while midnight birds
struggled to fly upstream

against the manic,
stinging, musical currents
of turbulence and wonder...

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I wandered through the semi busy streets filled with pedestrians as they hurried out of the rain. I continued on with no destination in mind ,no umbrella to shield myself from the frigid elements.  My eyes glazed over lost in my own world. 

"You'll...

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He was sun-scorched, flame-torched
stood tall, strong as a brick wall
loose-hipped, well equipped
in for the count, without a doubt
expert tracked, surprise packed
spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled
I should have, could have
but I was lost, dust-bowl tossed; in Trouble!
 
In a mess, I confess
as he turned, my body...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



Outcasts
by Michael R. Burch

There was a rose, a prescient shade of...

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Familiar awakenings as when in BEAUTIFUL PARADISE
Might be true if heart feels as such when rusty of exercise

Lyrics of singing nightingale, embalmed LOVE BUG, were never JUST FOR ME
As in rapping of a drum heard everywhere but not for all to see

Memories when everything became...

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned, 
of thigh-high socks and bobby pins. 
Now strewn about, we kiss discreet, 
with pounding hearts, our bodies meet! 

Our love forbidden; a cold fire - it burns, 
within my breast as my stomach turns, 
Blasphemy, Sin! Of this...

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