Best Mache Poems

...Dream

My mirrored reflection silently speaks

You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal

Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of des......

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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"

A Dream: the 4th Christmas.





deck the halls 
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten
......

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...All I asked of life was love, be real;
so it could mold my heart like potter's clay.
But I question, is it love that folks feel,
or are competing emotions at play?
Is love real, or merely......

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...I know how to make your makeup run
Make you bleed like light bleeds from the sun
Cause the mascara you wear to smear down your beloved face
Tell me, how do tears stained black taste

I know how ......

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...In a pinch of the slenderest fingers
like tapioca beads to the wind
the mercury fog is popped.
Wild silver happenstance rains down
and settles quiet.  Quiet.
Had my pale head touched the earth
......

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...There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down by Retiro Lake
and see El Prado art museum. Then for old......

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...   "Poisoned Passion"



hollow heart impaled
tears blind eyes once touched by stars
betrayed by love's ruse
flesh and bone breath pain from grief
dreams swallowed by molten ash.

empty so......

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...Yes,
you figured me out.

My smile has become crooked,
hammered down upon guillotine pedestal.

Her strands of tormented wishes,
now caressed by singer’s ebb & flow.

Baritone lyrics glide o......

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...United Nations, United Nations
What an oxymoron!
What an oxymoron!!

The platitude goes-
‘United we stand’
In the UN,
How erect we stand!
How erect we stand!!
We are *****erectus
Aren’t we?......

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...Female lips that don’t belong on me
Can anybody sense those colors are not mine?
I cry in blue, red , yellow twirls
just mutilating  body that doesn’t belong to Soul

Incarcerated in a breathing......

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...JADE
by Rosemarie Rowley

	
I knew you fainthearted what side you were on
When you talked of social reality: not Jesus at the well
With the Samaritan woman, or the invisible loss of power
Which halts......

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...Nature's divided into four seasons 
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.

Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly c......

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...(Apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

 If you can cope with no view of the trees but only sky
 if you can navigate some toenail clippings floating by
 if you can use duct tape to stop a wound from blee......

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...Gathering dust on my bookshelf,
Old textbooks from my past major,
Reveal something about myself
(Never read again, I’d wager).

Attached in place by hidden tacks,
Gathering dust on my bookshelf......

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...It's only a paper-mache
moon, they say, too cool, 
too full of interstellar space
to sympathize or stress about
lovers, kings and fools.

Or is it? According to Deutsch
the so-called final ign......

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