Best Mills Poems

A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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I am home ...

oh, my heart
      pray, hush its cadence
         for the...

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Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my...

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It was on a Kansas farm 
I saw the beauty and the charm
as I sat gazing out across the hills
Not a car or man in...

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These eyes have often been solaced by  purple hues of twilight dust

 moving silently  over my life ,Sprinkling  pure bliss  from...

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The women of the soup have been attacked again this morning
the King is on his soapbox, with profanity and warnings
His credibility is gone as he...

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Matchstick Bikes 

To tinkers and toilers 
     I salute, 
From mending boilers 
     to weaving jute, 
Man...

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"Baby, this view is fantastic, 
Who knew what you could buy with plastic! 
With these credit cards, unlimited funds, 
Any regrets, heck no, baby I...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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Lyrics based on “The Poet And I” by Frank Mills
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-f0YcZ-ECc
(Lyrics start after a 15 secs intro.)
Please, it's important to follow the music; thank you.
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‘I love...

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Lovely

In deep woods, so verdant, quiet and still,
below the sun where bravely hawks do fly,
you’ll find a county spot called Owings Mills,
a suburb born beneath...

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I ignite integrity
Nice new news
Tell tales telling
Easily enter eternity
Gracious giving gained
Right road renewed
Inner intelligence intended
Tell the truth
Yes you're you!

By Susan Mills...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise...

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine,...

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