Best Livens Poems

The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from Santa Fe
William (Bill) and Sara Baker, both renowned as skilled bakers by trade
There was talk that their breads and cakes...

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A spark is shot
Deftly, from between two fingers.
It sits, wavering on its bed
Like a lone star
Against the black,
Cold coals.
Chuckling, a candle flame shows
Its little golden head.
Sleepily, it reaches for its mother
And she, flickering, crackles her tongue
As the scorching hand upon her breast grows
And...

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Written by Gail DeBole
Started writing on  7/16/2013
Updated on 1/26/2015


Campbell’s Soup
Is a favorite of mine.
As a child, I enjoyed this
time after time.  

Bowl after bowl was
delicious to taste. 
Hardly any of it ever went
to waste (or my waist).

And then when I grew up
(Well, thought...

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My hair stands on end with her around me
Her hands surround all my entire body
This leads me down the path of stunning blue
A path that leads to a delightful hue
Complete opulent feel made from this lace
On all pieces of me throughout our space
She livens my...

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I
Even in this 
crypt,
me soul wait 
no longer! Its 
crest burnt-
The Eagle 
velt; born of 
virtue,
Less 
corruptible, 
grieve in its 
lounge thirst!
The Sandy 
Storm.

A day without 
rain calls the 
storm
Within the 
crypt, the 
souless wails!
Whose 
charming 
flutes shall 
calm these?
Shall David's 
songs enrich 
souls or...

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Mysterious pulse of old Japan:
Oriental strides of nurtured grace;
Cultured impulse in mindful trend.


Painted faces with measured trace:
Years of training now fruit fine skills;
Motif graces that gently pace.


Merge with duty in kind goodwill:
Delicate moves put men at ease;
Fine robes silky as softness fills.


Walk on still air...

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a friend is a satin ribbon
which wraps around your life

a friend is a golden button
that does away with strife 

a friend is a silver needle 
that keeps you sharp and true

a friend is a good strong thread
that livens you anew...

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There was once a lonely girl
Set far apart from others
As though she is none like the rest
Feeling like a black sheep everywhere
She smiles everyday like the sun
Not knowing others call her crazy
As if it wasn’t enough that she was naive
She was used and thrown aside
Like...

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Happiness is like electricity!
It livens me with power
...to do incredible things

Happiness takes me from a dormant state
To a powerful state 
...in which I reveal and activate my potential
	...and endear it to a gainful purpose
		...hoping to benefit many in life...

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Solemn
Silence forever
Soundless
No intrusion
No external influence
Just hisses
As the clock stayed

Souls were tied
Hearts were knitted
Voices were mastered
Scents were preserved
And images were exchanged

The experience lasted a life time
The memory livens the heart
The thought and the remembrance
The mind cherishes

A the room affair
An experience ever desired
To be relived all through...

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The smell of spring from my cottage window I taste
A newly formed leaf canopy covered in pastel paste
A carpet of bluebells brightens the land
Livens the forest as for winter it's bland
 
The bluebells in blend with a purple shade
Another marvel that nature's made
Her ability to...

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Frankie’s face so cute, sweet and appealing 
Lifts one’s heart to fly up to the ceiling
The moment we met I was mesmerised
No one could resist those sparkling brown eyes.

Frankie’s adored by all residents here
His presence livens up the atmosphere 
Love the way Frankie greets us...

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You, me, and joe,
alone in a crowd, we were.
The world closed off,
I only took sight of you.
Your verdant eyes
shining brightly as
you tell of your passions.
Your easy smile
livens the room,
blocking all else.
Your voice, musical notes,
ringing in my ear.
I am lost in the sensation,
this aloneness, I have...

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After the last time I heard your voice
I came out of the room where I stayed
At the sight of the not so bright day
Your voice came reverberating
Mild and solemn and succinct 
Like a love song to love birds
Every moment was unique and worth while

I looked...

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Burning bush livens the yard with pops of reddish pink and orange.
Purple butterfly bush, in a delicate way, surprises me, at her head.
Seventy two degrees, a nice surprise for October twenty-seventh.
Birds swoop in, amazed, to feeders, I just put up the eleventh.
Found my red garden...

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