Best Maximilian Poems

Raymund Kolbe 1894-1941
Joined the Franciscan
Helped Nazi including Jews
Sent to Auschwitz was executed
St. Maximilian Kolbe

Written: 8142018
Poetry Form: Cinquain
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza...

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I'm entering your door, and the whole world was left outside.
It's all gone.
Two chairs and you and me.
Our bodies in the bed.
We turned into a tree of life.
*
Our bodies in the fire of life and the timeless passion that overwhelms us.
As in the Far East,...

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It is so lonely under the starry sky.
Our soul shells washed away with the speed of life.
Emotion bones faded.
With an empty eye of own skeletons,
they count the stars on the cosmic vault,
seeking for the meaning of the life show. 
* 
Surrounded by a multitude -...

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We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music. 
I can see you only, and you can see only me,
while passion between us turns into endless blue.
*
In a flash, I can see
yours jump into the hug of insectoid past.
Dreaming fingers...

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The melancholic, cold rain makes me sad.
In the days of loud silence,
rain always called on you.
Your way into my thoughts and tears.
*
Color of lead on the sky; everything is grey.
The blue is in your eyes only.
Come along and listen with me
to the drops dripping down...

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A magic lump of silver with a Byzantine flower.
Planted on your chest a long time ago.
Awakened by the magic of our 555 kisses,
the silver key became.
Which opens the door to dreams of parallel
lives.
*
Intoxicated, in a crystal boat,
we glide down the green waters of the
mystical river.
You...

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I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness,
I entered into the haunted tower of time,
like a sonata full of hope born
and dreams of kisses by the river.
A hug that conquers the bastion of inadequacy
and destroys the silk defense lies.
A book...

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Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water,
right next to the old mill
where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks.
Moss and blueberries
on lumps of discarded illusions, they grow
up in the oak forest.
A wolf’s face with...

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