Best Meshes Poems

Boost the gleam and dazzle
sibylline embers shine in the gnome jade
spangled goddess sparkle

It meshes cosmic toggles of 
golden clusters

on the burning dusk of a phoenix's wings.
chorus tunes that croon kudos.
peel away.

shepherds and seraphim
translucent term chorus 
with cerulean rhythm

amidst the ictus of an elfish presong.
my pulse...

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~~Chronic Pink~~ 
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)


Evil sits and whispers - sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
Damnation scratches at my conscious
Of what was and is!

ASLEEP……………….

Water runs down my toes
Rain taps at my windowpane
A fear; I relive my childhood days
~~Dark April showers bring in a chronic look~~
Motions...

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EYE SHADOW
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WOW!!!! 
I love the color and how
It accentuates the tone of your skin
Truly, it brings out the brilliance
Beaming bright from your face
As I gradually gaze
I lose myself in a daze
Simply amazed at the light
Leaping deep in my eyes

I'm flaring in flames with delight
From viewing...

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frantic talent
among willow  shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades

lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon soal wandering

a cock
sifting the stars with kikeriki
in the lake full of waterlilies
waves of silvery clouds putting out the night lantern
slowly...

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Sweet pleasures kindle a family of hearts
whispering amen for ripples of affection
on homely broths, glazed with smiles
to wrap dawn and night-time into a vessel
of holy gifts, spilling naturally for all roofs 
across continents: blessings of life's harvest
shared fully, far richer than ancestral sprouts
birthing rapture of...

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Stillness sweeps horizontally, then
Swells vertically. It is zero below
South wind meshes with north wind; it
Sends us clamoring for feathers of goose, we're 
Secluded in layers. Closer and closer we seek
Somebody; a lover, next of kin, The Mighty Comforter.

*...

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Amidst the fine feetle of veggies in the garden of truth 
Stands a monstrous scarecrow.  
Of a fungoid parched face and a half baked gaze.
Of shrunken smoked sockets and drunken knocked eyeballs.
Bulged cheekbones force the halloween smile
While the amateurish wrought neck holds the somewhat...

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Journey' End

Seeing Franklin in the Music City I realised it is my journey's end
If the goddess of wealth would rain money and generosities
I would live in Franklin with my three daughter's families
One is already living there, moving in with two more would be easier
A place...

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Cool Chuck 





The first time-- on the school dance floor
 Feeling hot, yet thrilled and much more

 You’ve been there…tortured, waiting but looking around
 A guy saw me hanging on the wall, just staring at the ground

 I looked up to see this guy coming...

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Summertime soothes and refreshes,
Softens our rough edges,
Lifts us from life’s dredges
And grants fresh feel meshes.
Spring announces time to go out
By popping newness all about.
Spring wakes all our senses
So we drop droopy defenses
And allow summer’s coming ways
To frolic cheer through our days.

Let us jump, run and...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T. Wignesan

(Note: Here, I retain EM’s translations into English from Paul Eluard’s poems and his source language quotations from “this vital spirits…” onwards, for, according to EM, ‘they are taken from an early draft of...

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morning meshes hair 
trees tangle weeds ever near
bubble suds soak sip 
        ***---***
           
pillows of water
laundering boxes of joy
bay brims breathing breeze
      ...

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The vague patrolling recollection
sits like a fat white swan on her nest,
cuddling the unborn nakedness, fragile, soundless!

He caresses her wings, 
she beats them frantically
as his cold old lips meshes and folds.

Dragging, he goes, she crackles 
to the red-stained woods, painted
lovingly with millions that entered before.

His...

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My mind is a slippery slope
Once in, it’s hard to get out,
Set in layers of intricate meshes
You’ll get entangled in my evil ways…
Beware, stay away!



~Contest: Premier Choice#1190
~Sponsor: Brian strand...

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He's in the line for a quick pick up,
it's early in the morning and not much of a line

and he needs some milk and toilet papers, says
“I've had better days, this shall pass.”

He's said that line to himself a hundred times, sometimes
with an Irish Bostonian...

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