Best Lockets Poems

Written: June 22, 2024
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Lovely, two-week luster.
lasting sylvan smell, 
lavender, blue, crimson, lilac, pastel
light...

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Photo: RIVERVIEW AMUSEMENT PARK
                        ~POSTED BY MY GUARDIAN ANGEL~


We were just kids in silken ribbons and braids,
Playing cut-outs in Chicago's summers toasty...

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I was a perky lost and found coordinator, reuniting people with possessions,
As pink-orange, diamond sunset rejoins us, reminiscing sunrise impressions.

I liked blithe smiles of pleasure and relief, at reclaiming what was once lost,
Like pearl, exciting moonlight, in demand, must keep returning at any cost.

Because I...

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Each pulls the tide in two sockets
Where moon and sea hang like lockets

One friction between two wading bodies —  
The pale head of moon, on cue with sea

The gentler anesthetic of the glass
~Within her encumbered salty past ~

Their flashing eyes in both windswept
Water is...

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Tracking time has changed throughout the years
Improving how hours, minutes, seconds appear 
Sundials, hourglasses, pendulums and more
Wall, wrist, mantle, waterproof - clocks galore

There is a certain beauty to time hanging from a chain
A charm of steady ticking from a wound-up spring
Some families hand down diamonds,...

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You have a dream of love that didn't last. 
You search for something wrong, you might have done. 
The lockets, half a heart, were custom cast, 
The polished gold assured no end would come. 

You never knew we were a dime romance.
You felt the Earth...

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS...

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Starry eyes looking down on me
Wrapping me in warm luminous blankets
Soothing memories of my mother's knee
Angels wearing shimmering lockets
Floating in tranquil flowing sea
 
Quietly enlightened
A soulful journey in the sky
Peaceful, no longer frightened
There are angels' wings to fly
Believe in your dreams
Silly, serious, outrageous, grand beautiful...

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SONG OF ANALOG MAN

Don't blog. 
Sing in analog.
Log-off in space. 

Wasted time! 
In machine rhyme.
Holding data in your face.

Past, heart shaped locket.
Present, gear and shinny sprocket.
Pendulum stops in place.

Time machine,speaks tick-tock.
Strings and loops, in quantum flick-flock.
Trying to save the human race.

What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To...

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For Potterheads!! (Great Harry Potter Fans)


Fans~
What would
you
do if  
the Harry  
Potter 
books 
ended  
just like this? -

'As the sun rose,
Harry woke,
thinking  
of 
his dream  -
one of owls,
lockets,
cloaks,
wands and  
scars...' 




Written in the Waltz Wave form!
Syllable count checked  (Not...

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Like a ticking time bomb,
I stayed in my shell.
Waiting to get out of this Hell--
That was my life.
Feeling alone in every corner,
I stayed isolated waiting for a shoulder.
Hoping someone would reach out to me,
Thinking everyone else had the key.
Till I realized that I was the...

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Empty lockets
dangle softly
from crooked necks--

dappled granite
faces west
where the sun sleeps--

whispered prayers
linger quietly
as a child weeps....

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Like a ticking time bomb,
I stayed in my shell.
Waiting to get out of this hell that was my life.

Feeling alone in every corner,
I stayed isolated,
Waiting for a shoulder.
Hoping someone would reach out to me,
Thinking everyone else had the key.
Till I realized that I was the...

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I sit in a big strange box with strange people,
With only a window to the world I know.
Hearing a name that is not mine:
“Wind, Wind, Wind…”
“Slow learner,” I hear the teachers whisper.
Bring me back to the rocks of my father’s sweat lodge,
I shall count them...

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Antique couch on a
Maple wood floor that
Smelled as of an
Aged memory. 
Revealing and unraveling
Good incense of sweet 
Years of youth where
Not even death can
Reap 
Old stories,
Timeless calamities,
Ever longing,
Laughing.
Sweet love now
Sealed with
Decades as lockets
Embedded on Front St....

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