Best Miens Poems

THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strives to form the perfect environment that established his person in which he was...

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MONSTROSITY

Up in the old house down by the creek
Stood a mammoth waiting on me.
Down by the river close to the sea
I saw his eyes looking through the trees.
Walking through the valley feeling free
The mammoth came running after me.
Never a day do I not see
The prophecy...

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THE ECHOES IN THE COSMOS

In silence of sleep, I slept.
From the warmth of cava manifested remembrance.
The dreamlike state I was in is where the echoes of the past hid.
As I languor, I became contented.
The half-moon was elevated above.
The voices were the echoes I heard.

Time had...

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Languor of the mind
I.	My, my, My how times flies.
        Another year has transpired.
        Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
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 ( "Write the truest sentence you know."  - F. Scott Fitzgerald ) 


Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.

Go to the spy...

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The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns!
An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins!
A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes,
To celebrate the holiday with the Wearin' O' the Greens!

O'Sullivans, O'Shaughnessys, O'Reillys and O'Neils,
Will be...

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We loved without regards to who did not want us together.
We disregarded their threats.
If I could have let go, I surely would have.
Now, I stand looking out the window in sadness.
Will the sun shine again?

It seems like I cannot come in out of the storm.
The...

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Do I reason that which you think
don’t change that miens on that 
face
you have a soul, yet I don’t 
blink
for am used as the insignia of 
peace

the blue sky above, the eagles 
shudders
from where I stand, the 
heartbeat concealed
Palpitation_to think of the days 
of looking...

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Sommeil, vient à vous que vous fermez vos yeux. 
Dérive dans les profondeurs de votre esprit. 
Flottant dans de nombreux endroits. 
Toucher sur aucun. 

Soudain, je suis devant vous. 
Comme, je marche vers vous, 
vos yeux dans les miens. 
Je vois, 
frémir de désir. 



Rapidement,...

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Ce réveil 
est lent
Ces instants qui se suivent sans décompte
Comme un levé de soleil distant
Il s'approche 
Baigné dans une rose chaude
cette fleur ne pique pas 
Non pas cette fois 
"Ne la haïs pas".
Chaque inhalation mécanique 
Une main qui guide le regarde effleuré
Les paupières s'ouvrent 
Dans...

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What's the problem is, the world is full of genocide
braking up rainbows
Polluting the skies, the skies
And still born children, old men fallen
Mothers and children crying, balling
fallen they fell down and
This world is just a Pandora's Box
Well, now
Heating up distill chocolates
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Searching somewhere beyond sight,
For miens and visages propelling into quotidian lives,
With smiles,blues and not so much to cry,
Swept away every scratch of soul,
This wave not seen, not felt, not known.

Sanatorium thronged disquiet,
Medics and Paramedics taxing 
Efforts reclaiming lives, 
Risking theirs in face of time
Pining on...

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Oh, yes. A man of means.
Harsh, cold creature
Punctured smile
Selfish demon
Dark fills his genes

Oh, yes. A man of means.
Tongue like an asp
Punctured words
Words like a bee
Meaning that stings

Oh, yes. A man of means.
Hands like a hawk
Punctured grasp
Grasp of a kite
Contented, preens

Oh, yes. A man of means.
Sharp...

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Left in a darkened room
Alone, but for them.
Thoughts; which more demanding
For your attention
Now crowd round. Long-robed sages.
With serious miens.
Debate life's meaning with you.
Its deep attraction....

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Spherical - is the abode of mortals
that shares sky's skin
 Rectangular - is the land
Brown in flesh
Beneath - is a black derm
Beneath again is another brown hide
Degluting bodies - sipping rain
Beneath again is the family of all - I can't tell
Different images - yet growing...

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