Best Mode Poems

I remember you, from when there was a spring
When the seasons were ripe, with verdant green
Our nimble feet danced in the wind
and on the brink...

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One day when I was walking 
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
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- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen...

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The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear

Sweet words, with her loving...

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Angel of the seas

Dancing in the flame beneath a candles flickered light
Moving between shadows on the floor
My every thought now focused on the beauty I...

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Eternal Bonds

Apricity sustains us through the cold
As our aging bones recall days of youth,
Where sweet treasures of the heart still unfold
A mode of love that...

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This is for the Contest - 'Titanic - Fare Thee Well' Sponsored by Tom Woody.
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65 minutes reduced to 120 seconds

Bright lit room
White glossy tone with flowery curtains
Upon window's darkened vision

Your radiance emanated in celebratory gesture
As my eyes fell in...

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Night! 
It’s around nine thirty 
maybe ten. 

The phone rings. 
The voice is irritating, the words frightening.

Within minutes I’m in a car with my mate....

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soak up the side streets of Montmartre, 
Paris, 	Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less 	art combusts	then drips 

- street beggars & tourists cant

writer Rubbish pastes...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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Falling asleep to illogical thoughts.
Seeing red or nothing but spots.
Heart racing toward the finish line.
Can't seem to catch that breath of mine.
A whooshing roar inside...

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"Free Falling"



You have to believe in Magic
to believe in the poetry of You

If you don’t believe in Magic
you are nothing but a black line 

bleeding...

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Let’s begin with
A strong fresh
Brewed Greek coffee
The aroma alone,
Will wake up 
Your senses, 
Allow you to
Let go, to keep 
An open mind to delight
And excite...

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I have got no doubt twenty years from now
I’ll transform myself into fragrant air
To write rhymes as you’ll come under the bough
So fondly I’ll raise...

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