Best Merest Poems

Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
     cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
          no more tattle, keen for battle.
Be free, my brothers!

The cause is great, our rights innate,
     not fuelled...

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Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness close by.
Wind in the forest wafts in refraining.
Violet implores the young they must fly.

But until they're ready fledglings must wait
to...

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When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door

Of beauty, paintings,  flowers and smothering Art
Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start
Or prisoner, trapped lamb- shear its own white fleece
By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece
And dawn's beauty loses its most...

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...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...

We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.

No abiding truth in faith:
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical
(there is no illogic.)

We impose all universal order,
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless...

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I see this perfect moon-lit night
with million heart-shaped stars in sight
ill-clad with none but drooping leaves
a fig-tree fraught with a disease
its beauty once majestic spoilt
in battle lost ‘gainst arid soil 

Against all odds with all its might
a lone fig struggling to the light
I near the...

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On the rug down by the fire
I place butterfly kisses on your neck
Devoted eyes devour you
With each and every peck,

As I hover above you
Flames flickering in the grate
Our lips the merest touch away 
From the kiss we eagerly await.

We feel the passion building
As ever deeper...

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There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence. 

 He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent as snow.  To enforce this impossible law he sent...

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Rebellious hearts won fame and infamy,
And knew black nights of burgundy.
Then resisted we the merest tyranny;
For we'd so long longed to be free.

So hip and wild and young--
We touched tongue to tongue.
And to our dreams fiercely clung;
Children of the flowers we frolicked among.

In an age...

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At Once Into Blind Empty Space, At Once Into Her Arms



How can it be
Something so unwittingly described
Can break me
Remake me
Turn me to the sorriest of fates
And still fill my heart
With this happiness of late

How can she wound me so
Yet heal all the injuries I have...

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VI

Transcendent in that unparalleled
Attire!                                    
I confess I cannot help but...

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As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and...

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"What is beauty?  Where is it to be found?" the pessimist mused.
"Beauty? - 'Tis to be found all about you!" the optimist enthused.
"For example, nothing will warm the soul or better yet beguile,
Than the beauty in the purity of a little child's smile!"

"But that...

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I'll tell you where I've been
and I know you've been there too.
From the edge of the woods
we'll walk as deep as we're allowed.
We'll be given a path to the middle,
that is where you'll take my soul.
In the middle of the woods
I'll show you the graveyard...

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The Snowflakes Precision

What a cruel and un-compassionate fate you bequeath us
A million years of the mediocre and paltry garnish of faith and hope
Given for the consumption of these generations

How uninspired and habitually in denial
We have become

The lost worlds of dreaming
Left waiting
For better times and in...

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The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found

		  Her vow was to remain alive ...
stoke furiously the aching fires
not weep tears that splattered ancient grounds
no longer a vassal of state, nor apathy chained
walk deliberately, instead of in moaning pain
from within a hell-cast inferno,
into...

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