Best Livings Poems

Skulking - lurks an unseen shadow
chilling both the heart and marrow
destiny -  your dust of sorrow
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In a place called Wester Ross
An area in the Highland Glens
Lie fields of atrocities past
That deter the bravest of men

It all happened so long ago
On...

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A Soldier’s Plight



We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Wanderers in the present, future, past
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

A pebble in the vision of their...

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There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees,
A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices
Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering
A no man’s...

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Nature of Life
   
     Are you able to discriminate 
     between living and inanimate?
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The bravery of wisdom
The supervisor of dignity
Disclaiming the indentity unknowingly
Perpetrating the life of the one.
The father of justice,
Came forth to intervene.
The dumpless of sorrow,
Carelessness,carefulness and...

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as builders spend pennies
flipping profits on houses
lifestyle gurus
show us how to fold trousers

and chefs under pressure
scream out all their orders
while people in need
are labelled as...

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The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt...

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Three Popple logs still lie where they fell,
a log triangle; an overgrown dell.
One newly fallen and two not so new,
dissolving repose; beginning anew.
A leaf carpet,...

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Livings a struggle

I am a chameleon

blending in with life...

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For a year l have been travelling around the world
Searching for the betrayer of you and I
I travelled to the four cardinal point of the...

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Nature programs are all the rage on TV
The only thing interesting between you and me
Just one specie of millions
Livings in this pavilion
Imagine all the poop...

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How does one measure the past twenty four years
When smiles were so rare, drowned in many tears

Amidst trials and tribulations, the kids were our cement
Sadly...

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Broken hearts
bodies
neural systems
minds
heal in a profoundly broken,
sometimes revolutionary,
way.

Almost 18 now,
youngest son Yin speaks no domesticated,
commodifiable
marketable language,
only primal syntax of saintly glory,
heroic internal/external story
without distinction between...

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One do not seek what brightness cannot reach
And one do not speak what words cannot preach
And not a class of his own has rights of...

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