Best Lineal Poems

DREAM CATCHER (for Andrea)

Lover of the sonnet she
And fond also of Etheree
Has her certain way with words
That one may catch semantically

I ken she is a kindred soul
Our lineal eddies mingle    flow
And seek out those who listen close
That we all might dream-catching go...

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Part Two


                                          SEVEN STARK...

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A very famous champion,
 an inspiring enthusiastic man was he
Who has  now departed , yet is quoted, 
for many pearls of wisdom
Vociferous king , 
of the boxing ring
A sports star
And such a sport too.
A motivating peace star who shot up to deserved stardom
The earth be proud...

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My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would ambivalently imply that I was too young to remember, however an acute preservation of innocence and memory, dictate that I'll...

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Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society. 
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination.
A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the characteristic of vocation.
To command inhabited Living, to obtain Ledger of...

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Painfully  the  heart  beats the  chest, 
Ember  of  lineal  segregation  will  come  out, 
And  the  ripping  blaze of fire  will  engulf, 
Communal  harmony  consummating  peaceful  coexistence...

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The Queen
obvious to all who dare notice,
knows no peer.
Drones rush in to orbit in frenetic
sublimation;   workers dutifully push
the floor buttons of departure
destinations,
releasing squadrons of gatherers
eager to conquer cubicles of source
data.

The Queen    with mysterious grace,
wisely chooses reproduction mates
with visionary lineal accomplishment;

handheld...

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01001101 01111001  01010110 01010010

yeah ...
they hijacked my mind, man -
hard-wired my neural synapses
said I'd be famous ...
(wealthy, certainly)
With MY financial issues
what choice, really?
Family no longer cares -
they gave up on me ages ago
(who can blame?)
so here I am … pfffffft!!

the sci-geeks wanted to see...

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I have heard people declaim
That Africa is the dark continent
Plagued by war, sickness and famine
The aridity of such a claim
Has left my people to pine.

Yes, I grant through the years,
Africa has suffered from war, famine, and sickness.
Yet, dear reader, is it Africa alone?
From East to...

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Martin,
Not the German patrician, his vision was a stair
But our own peaceful prince
Well he invoked you
And not by calling Samuel back from the dead
He invoked you as seeker
He invoked as our searcher
For history, he said, is built on truth
No, not the lineal story
Of one race's...

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No path is limited, to one mold
fits all journeys – no footsteps a
lineal trail followed or forged~our individual
universes a swirl of infinite mazes, each one 
the Father and Mother of 
its own invention...we evolve into
our own accidental and willed offspring.... 

there are no outlets...

even the...

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They were joined by Ceridfen, Lumi, Gwaldon and several others a bit later in
the day for a late mid-day meal.  Seileach, the efficient elf that he was, had already forwarded a letter containing specific ways that Joulupukki could prove his heritage to the Council....

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The yearly line I chose to change course
is a self-afflicted wound
that bleeds each day, as I travel
the universe that spins in darkness
on its journey through the blackness of space
a second, a year, does not matter
if finding a reason to nurture my soul
comes once a year,...

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Night was closing in.
The blind time-
will start eating fire.
A little less than demigods-
they will shuffle on ‘I’ and ‘we’.

An absence-
now speaks, grabbing
the breasts of a nude.
Here lies the god matter:
the lineal descent of creation.

What was holding you
to the unwanted fallout?
The meaning-
of life was same ...

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I turn off the spicket of daily business
From inside the cocoon
Of my hammock
My world seems different
As I gently sway, caressed in suspension
No effort needed
To watch the graceful lineal limbs
Of a cedar tree
Rising like a chipmunks’ ladder
With swags of green falling

I lay back to listen. ...

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