Best Marked Poems

I surf through the crooning crests
of warm, blue waters,
breathing poetry and prose,
carved in topaz and turquoise,
for I am the goddess
of the bittersweet estuary,
crowned with foamy salt and sea glass,
intoxicated by inked
sapphires and solitude.
This quill longs for silence and serenity,
where the scarred streaks of sunsets
cannot burn...

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When my inkless isles 
become drenched 
   with icy wintergreen embers 
of apologetic auroras ~ 
 and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, 
  this soul orchestrating in origami riddles 
       ...

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Do others think of you the way I do,
the embryo that grew beneath my heart?

There is so little proof you lived . . .
a metal marker on a grave,
a lighter, a wallet
that they gave . . .
two certificates, official,
like parentheses -
beginning, 
end.

I sometimes see your...

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Pock marked

Bert was cooking in a bucket,
Knew his hide at any rate
Pock marks on his thighs an biceps,
Shot that day by a sniper, mate,

Sniper chopped by Aussie Bren gun,
Fell from palm in many pieces,
Driven back by charging soldiers,
Jonno’s mates were ‘ridge e didge’,

Next day they...

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Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.

Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of sorrows
An imaginary fiend that mars
A twinge that only herself knows.

Behind those unappealing blotches
Are griefs, worries and insecurities
Inflictive pain worth a...

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Dr. Evil,
pacing back and forth in his laboratory,
had a vexing problem he was trying to solve
How to get the masses
to let corporate government
have complete control of their lives
Then came a thought from the dark side

Give them free access to all

Let their greedy little minds
be able...

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The very hot summer is coming to a close,
fresh cool weather is in the air.
I love my walks on autumn days,
it puts a giddy up in my steps.
Off to the pretty park we will go,
looking for the In Marked Territory area.
The grass seems much greener,
with...

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The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth

The jokes on you, I was fine 
Just keep it real, that's my line
Little did u know
It's part of my flow
From this game I do resign.

Every word from my pink lips 
There Were no mistaken slips
I never once felt love
No...

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Doncha' see this here battle scar
That I bought at a hard-knock bazaar?
I admit I'm a fool
Yeah? What about you?
Ain't half the idiot YOU are

***For PD's contest...

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The fates of newborn children were marked in separate cards
Long before their souls flew in their clay figurines like birds.
Beyond doubt, all cards are marked and all fates will collide.
Like the clashing objects in rough whirlwind or Tsunami tide.

My destiny is written, imprinted in a...

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Ironical pain
By paths filled with crimson tears;
May it be finished?
Alive with all hope heartfelt,
Within now confused visions...

Lost, broken belief;
Remorseful mists messaging;
Aching unbelieved,
Scarred warrior wanders through ways;
On stained decisions to waste?

Battles could soon end;
Finish my calm aggressions,
My restrained instincts.
A bitter blur messages
My instincts beneath lost thoughts...

In...

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Once the calendar was designed to calibrate
We took the liberty to mark days to celebrate
And revere all that we treasure
With appreciation, reminiscence and pleasure

We revere the struggles and the freedoms
The pride and the establishment of kingdoms
The love, the births and all anniversaries
Sparing that day to...

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amid shackles and ropes 
with fire burning 
hatred into eyes 
a child stood 
without understanding 

seeing tears wet 
on mama's cheeks
and papa's goodness 
spread hatefully 
upon tracks
displayed as flags 
of their righteousness

worth descended
into slavery
of white opinions
placed on heads 
bleeding into 
superiority
expressed in violence 

he grew...

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My life became a song of lark
When Iris spoke to me from Denmark
When I first saw her getting embark
My life reached a decisive landmark.

My life got an important bookmark,
When the message came from Denmark.
My life will become the rainbow arc,
When Iris will come into my...

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We fight each day for our own survival
We all have our inspirations at home waiting with hope
Going through hell and back is our daily job
But there is one thing that we dare not think of at any time
The known fact that there is an enemy...

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