Best Massed Poems

Fall the leaves of the forest tho death has yet passed... 
Unto moonlit shadows within crypts' hidden rot 
Apparitions they say, where the innocent massed
Oh but lo! To the truth they are blind; it is naught
They're but fragmented feelings of love left aghast; 
From her...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art of deleting, but hovering, still, holding off

the finger, 
of the...

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Act 1: Earth

Water
Droplets fall to earth
Meniscus lens on the world -
Wellspring of life born

Air
Gaseous brew forms
Invisible elixir - 
A breath of fresh air

Fire
Destructive, cleansing
But giver of warmth and light – 
Fire’s dual perspective

Act 2: Plant

Leaf
Spring buds burst afresh
Summer leaves decay so soon – 
Death lords...

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Searched within the walls of my feeble mind
In brain matter scattered, but could not find
proof that orange is just humdrum,
To this conclusion I have come -
if orange is ordinary ~ I'm blind.

Brighter than most, it stands out in a crowd.
Bold enough not to be bullied...

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THAW     AT    CROWSNEST     PASS  

Huge mountains massed and  cliffs  sheer.  It’s  March
And endless  blue  sky  cold is held back by the Chinook arch,
Snowy prairies rolling into...

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They wondered where the sunshine had all gone,
and gentle breezes warming spring's array;
the hues of pink that greeted breaking dawn,
and children’s laughter lighting up the day.

The darkness loomed; uneasy feelings spread 
as clouds of war diffused across the land,
and somehow knowing what was faced ahead,...

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Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.

The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And...

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Nostalgic 
Enthralled 
Voyage 
Ever
Rapturous

Beguiling
Reverie
Exhibits
Alluring
Kaleidoscope

Don’t
Rupture
Ecstasy
Amassed
Mind

September 30, 2019
Contest :Three Word Acrostic
Sponsor : Bobby May...

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It was a day of chaos
The day the pensioners struck,
Massed Mobility Scooters moving
Forward like a Rugby Union ruck, 
Blocking all the streets
In the centre of town,
To all intents and purposes
Closing the city down.
The police were very tolerant, 
Withdrawing their attack
After more than one officer suffered
From...

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They stood in the bright Andalucian sunlight
The noble sunflowers with stance upright
Massed yellow ranks portray solidarity
Faces and heights display uniformity

Unquestioning loyalty to the hot sun
First the seeds are sown and their hearts are won
Swaying in the breeze their gaze never falters
As their master’s arc continually...

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I came to set the captives free 
I gave them a chance to see me
But they got it wrong, didn’t hear
The wonderful truth I came to share
Father forgive them they know not what they do

I tried to tell them the truth about love
But they shut...

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(Continuing the trip through Hell of Dante with poet Virgilio)

Pah-peh Sah-tan, Pah-peh Sah-tan al-ept!”,
Started Pluto with his hoarse voice toss
And that gentle wise, who any knowledge kept,

Told to encourage me: “don’t have a loss 
By your fright: since any power has he,
Shall not forbid us...

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I spied him by the road at rest, 
one scarred and marked by battle's test.
He bore great countenance of life,
this ancient warrior worn from strife.
His vestments lay shed 'neath an oak,
thick muscled frame and tunic's cloak.
From sleep, he woke as I walked by,
and marked me...

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Cooling evening air and the smell of naughty smoke,
nameless camarades all sharing beers and a joke
beneath a natural stadium roof of stars and midnight blue
massed ranks all sat by fires, just like the eve of Waterloo.
huddled expectation, leather jacket wrapped round tight
monolithic stage a silhouette...

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I've been digging through my past
Like a miner digging for gold
But all I'm finding is coal
So I reset the path to my goal
To cleanse the depths of my soul
I bury myself in a pool of blood
Pouring it in until it floods
And I'm wiping away the...

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