Best Lives Poems

The 
        old house
   from my memories 
 opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with her 
loving touch.Herbs,flowers 
swayed to caressing breeze
 Lilies in pink, roses in blue
  and bougainvilleas that
   blushed...

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Seared upon my soul for ever more
That break of dawn upon a summer morn
As I made my way along that rocky shore
Strewn with remnants from a raging storm
When through a rising mist of gray - so forlorn
I saw a badly broken sinking ship
With canvas wings...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is overgrown,
Effusing rich and cloying fragrance, lovely nature reclaiming its own.

The...

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His  poems live deep down in the wood
down in an olde hunting lodge
They are brown as the bears head that 
hangs on the wall
brown as the dark leaves that fall
silently hiding the salt lick
from fawns who come in
the twilight to call
His poetry growls and...

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I need more lives for me to live
In this universe of beauty;
I plan more days to find new ways
Of doing freedom's duty.
I need not more joy than this
For I am life's dear lover;
And when I wage to turn the page
I'd never want another.

The glorious pledge...

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After all these years, we've weathered many a heavy storm
Now my life is empty with no one to keep me warm
Bitter tears I've sadly wept, I begged you not to let me go
You couldn't look me in the eye  - you didn't want to...

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As Her Love Lives Forever In This Heaving Breast


Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.

As sun was waiting its glorious rise
I woke again, what a shocking surprise
Room was pitch black and clock stared at me
Blinking...

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The hutch 
like everything else in this house is
crooked.  A slanting hardwood floor 
and the burnished ends 
of an ancient table. 

An ever rounding table 
"a table with history" she says, 
a lineage with the cut 
and lineaments 
of the eight-score man who built...

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Two bodies, two hearts and two lives

A midnight moon glistens softly
upon the Mediterranean sea
as we count stars in the heavens,
twinkling like opals on this 
warm Maltese evening

Our island, a tiny gemstone
in an aqua expanse cradles us
within its silken sands,
caressing our skin, soothing our senses
as a...

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Atlantis Lives

Transformed by time/ yet held in our hearts/
The truth we seek to be revealed by those who
Travelled before our time/ with hope preserved
In tomes unread/the ancient ones did tell of precious
Dreams and values deemed a right for all that passed 
this way/shall once more...

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Blessed are those
who love God, the
God of love and
mercy

Blessed are those
who follow one God,
who leads with 
compassion showing
mercy

Cursed are those 
who follow the Prince
of darkness, who fell
from Heaven dragged 
down by the weight 
Lesser Ego -- 

He who shows no Mercy
will be shown no Mercy

A...

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You say all lives matter
Bringing up all these colors 
Like red, white, orange, and blue
But when a black life is taken, where on Earth are you?
Where's your sympathy and support when the takers of our lives get off Scott-free in court?
Why weren't you at the...

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Hello my friend, good day to you; I see you got my note
It's time we had a face to face about that crazy goat!

He made a mess, broke in my barn; ate up my buds and cans
And when I tried to chase him out, he...

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It can be an orchard with peach trees against patches of blue 
as they swerve downhill and meet the foaming sea,
see him capture an indelible moment after
moment until he's amazed by that wonder
to have captured a breathtaking view...
which will be eternally frozen in his memory.



A...

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UNDEFINED  (a true story)

The morning after the total housefire, 52 years ago, when 
    the journalist asked the elderly man, 
“How do you feel after this tragic, sudden death of your wife?”  
I’d expected to hear a few sad words...

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