Best Most Poems

Rhythmic tones form a most beautiful symphony of love 
A shining star as nature's splendor reflects Heaven’s light 
It’s my destiny to learn a passion and purpose to use now 
Even for a moment, I would not change for you’re my love 
And love is...

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What Matters Most

What matters most is obvious to me.
It’s hearth and home, kin and family.
Life is an hourglass and the sands
of your time keep drifting down -
drifting, drifting, drifting
downward as you race
to get in all
the things you
want to
do!
But
take time
to breathe in
the things you love:
fresh baked...

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“What hurts the most was being close,”
remembering us as we were,
though I'm not feeling the sage moon,
nor pearl raindrops that kissed my soul.

Now I waltz to tuneless songs as~
what hurts the most was being close,
while failing syllables of love,
and “I can't find the words”to rhyme.

Maybe,”I...

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What struck me most—
the sameness of it all.
Drivers, nearly faceless—
their time and miles drifting
slowly into past. 

On their way to
strike a bargain:
life energy for money to
buy things, which like them
must surely age and die. 

Ask the earth
who possesses it?
Who owns the sea and sky?
Or at...

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I am having that dream of dreams again
The one that wakes me up in the night
                         Then my Heart did ask...

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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long, coal black curly hair far down...

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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so as to not wake the moon, laying down its head in the west),
close as cork where heaven met sea ...

But...

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Snowing tonight….incandescent, luminescent,
Silvery snow, whispering divine dreams.. 
Air misty, breeze calm, serene! Do I see the 
Brilliant Star, which directed the wise men
To a stable on an evening of starry twilight ...

When the three wise magi spotted the
Brightest star in the east, their surprise,
And their...

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A trip to a very large
and far away hospital. 
I was visiting a sick member
from church, there belittled

For a wet place I felt on my pants
I sat on a drenched seat
You bet I wasn't very composed
With coffee stains to greet

My husband had sat a cuppa
down...

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On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely you will find me!

In spring or summer, I’ll be having fun
just sitting with my pen beneath the sun
on my patio...

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we merge ...
          I, rooted in your core
               grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
     supine,...

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Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of...

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I am not sure whether I am missing you or that you are missing life~

                       In Spring you like to smell the grass....

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Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking the fall
with your body gone white like you know it so well.
Don't let the swallow of house
and of home
consume you
in...

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(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially...

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