Best Longstanding Poems

A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes 
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment. 
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours fly,
As sun stains skies in its final burst of passion,...

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A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil 
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any grief
Golden fall is long gone, cold, wet season is also concluding
Spring is poking its head up with colorful bulbs blooming...

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Dear friend of longstanding honor
Come, sit beside me here
My tale of woe is a yawner,
But, one fitting your ear.

My sin uneventful.
She was most resentful,
Not so consentual.

You have stayed with me to the bitter end
So sorry I cheated on her, dear friend.

written October 21, 2021
[a Quietus...

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Unquotable quotes Friends – XVI

Can friends also be lovers ; not certainly under covers.
Can friends do one another harm and stay calm ; not unless they have lost their sense of alarm.
Can you make a friend do what you will not do yourself ; what’s...

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I don’t really know how to begin this piece
Because you qualify in every sense to be my niece
But you have offered in my troubled heart, inconceivable peace
And for you, this poem – I have decided to deduce 
I feel no shame in this truthful admittance
Because...

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So many sick rivers 
Of pain, shock and shiver
Flow from longstanding wounds
Of soul-chopping depression that surround
Many islands next to you and me
As a consequence of the malady
Our development system is trapped in
Because of the flaws within
In Kolkata the other day
Collin in sheer dismay
Accepted the unacceptable...

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My (bleeding) heart is filled to overflowing, 
To see any growing glad(iolus), garden glowing;
Each sun peached, (petunia) petaled delight,
Is frozen in precious moments of pure delight,
From bursting buds, to the spicy boom of blooms,
Nature is most generous with their heady fumes!
So, somewhat fluent in the...

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A friend is a strong light-post
Standing supportive
And lighting your way for you

A friend is like the moon
Always there for you
And strongest when nearest

A friend understands you well
Listens to your cries
As well as your joys and victories

A friend is like a hickory tree
Supplying food when you...

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Bath streets have sights on show
and houses sitting by the row
there’s not a place you cannot go
our crime level's always low

packed all year round with global tourists 
city centre market stools fruit veg florists 
nothing to be weary of or fear if I’m honest
wandering this...

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Questing for the way, so you could feel…
Since it is the only way my heart could heal…

In the absence of your Soul, I sense pain…
Hankering my deed would not go in vain….

Your Shadow by my side is what I seek…
 Uncovering the love which I...

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What is this soul we talk about?
Might I find it in a droplet of water
Perhaps, in a pop tune … a shout,
In a loving mother, an abusive father?
Elusive and ethereal, so hard to find
Is it in our unique thought processes,
A synonym for the individual mind,
Something...

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Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss 


WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Old Jock had injured and bruised his man thing
His doc said "Jock, you'll need a tartan sling"
He's...

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Glimpses into the future:
A confusing mist clouds the conscious
Wishing for clarity
But receiving only blank stares of cruel misguiding
Signs
Soulless shrouds made from memories remind
Me of how to forget regret and
Remember occurrences of importance from
Mindful events happening out of
Chronological order

Ghosts from the past haunt the future
	Because superfluous...

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