Best Marco Poems

I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey...

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I know where she prays within the necessity of nightfall
inside the Poets' Pantheon, an isolated Idol
they all came, close as envy can to care,
flowers and...

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Venice, the daughter of the sea
Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads
Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be
Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would...

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‘ Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ’   56th  Senryu


   Like Marco Polo
Haiku Master, Moreno
Explores Nature’s Show


From Magnanimous Me (he! he!)...

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A free verse done in a quatern form  (1st line moves to each stanza but  is here, I have more syllables in each...

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If someone handed you a box with everything in it that you had ever lost
what is the first thing you would look for? 


Holiest of...

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Night one on the new river, the campfire is spirited
and the future appears hospitable,
everyone has their rations, everybody is resting their pride
for on an expedition...

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They all gathered at the Tower,
They faked their cheers for about an hour;
A king in his...

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There's a New World
An anchor falls into the Hudson,
There's one half a moon
The Indians fall to their knees.
Red oak leaves are burning
High fly the ashes
Grey...

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If dragons were real asked my son
Would I be able to keep one?
He could stay with me up in my room
Saturday morning we'll both watch...

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"Another Man’s Treasure"



Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore

ironing boards 
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable

it all sinks 
to the bottom 
of a bad...

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Trembles the Earth
again,
	again,
		again;
every jolt, collapses;
every jolt, cries;
every jolt, death
… and then only ruins
   windows empty sockets
and then only sadness
   on those...

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A:  I’ll call him AARUSH, ray of sun;
B:  And she’ll be BEA, a happy one;

C:  COLCHAS is bronze from head to toes;
D:...

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He was born in Genoa,
and his mother was Susanna;
and he set sail at the age of fourteen,
to begin a new exploration age!
His father Domenico
gave him...

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On this Eid, as your sumum bonum 
Is consumerism and as your soul is 
Mortgaged to the Federal Reserve Bank
And hedonism, your mental wish-list has...

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