Best My Own Poems

Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...

POETRY FOR POETS 
(I own this- edition)

Poems
more organic than fertilizer
rooted in the **** of life
manure

Some grow wild
seeking their light
through a gnarled thicket
of images
and symbolism.
Ill watered
or sprayed with chemical...

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Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;

Of whispers romantic when love is courting,
Of giggling streams and blossoming springs,
Of resplendent autumn’s...

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Who was that masked man?!?
Brian Williams, rides again.

He was in Amilia Earhart's plane;
even rode with the Dalton Gang.

The day the Titanic went down;
In the rescue boat when Rose was found.

He went on expeditions with Louis and Clark.
Once gave his seat to Rosa Parks.

He was actually...

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Let me own the Night 

Let the others play on bright sun-filled days,
in song and merriment, play on.

Let me own the shadows that seep into your soul,
yet still promise hold, a promise of sleep 'til dawn.

With the morning pray.., bring them on gilded and gossamer...

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The Hole Deep in One’s Own Heart

In moments of greatest loss, sadness and sorrow,
A hole forms so deep within one’s own heart;
There it shall remain so for each ‘n every morrow,
Until life’s end when comes our Heavenly depart!

My dearest, such times of tribulation define us...

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(Inspired by Abe Lincoln’s poem “Memory”)

Mortality's Own Friend

So sadly here, among the dead,
I live - mortality's own friend.
Recalling all that's lost, I tread
so sadly here, among the dead.
Sweet memories are as a thread
which link the living to their end.
So sadly here, among the dead,
I live...

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I write upon the fluttering pages of your mind, 
My words of hope to make your spirit soar:
Reveal your inner light and charm, 
When dark gloom and grief sow
Seeds of despair, never let them your soul pursue
And grow; pluck them out and away you throw.

I...

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On My Own

It is early in the day for most. 
I am just going to sleep. ‘
This will make many people angry. 
But at times, I just don’t care. 
I wish that I did. 

A glass of wine, a pill from the doctor. 
That is...

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Sometimes when I write, I tend to stretch the truth.
Same as when I gossip; I've done that since my youth.
It's not so much deliberate, but to tell a story well,
Folks tend to stray from tedious facts to magnify the tale.

This habit's often utilized a bit,...

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Along this season’s mid quarter-time,
I find myself wandering between 
The raw of night’s wanton  pleasure
And the sacredness from morn awakened:
Late evenings replay a dancing fire
when each hour blazes  thrilled adventures
daring  the  self to run with passion: jazz music
gyrating through city lanes,...

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Courage held In heart of Lion 
Celtic memory of ancient reunion 
In arena of Death's bloody passion 
Lion's fight for life the prize 
Swords held high salute the Caesar 
Two giants hold their swords down low 
Back to back now Celtic Lions 
The Caesar drops...

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My own proverb.....

Dream with your words,  make love with your pen
And create an art of poetry with your soul.

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam...

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In the middle of my own small world I stand,
Both feet planted firmly on the land.
Gold is the sun in the sky.
Oh, that I could fly!
Then you see -
I
Would be free!
Earth-bound, though, I sigh.
I'll remain so till I die.
Knowing that out there is something grand,
In...

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Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn...

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Some people call it breakfast which makes me snicker and giggle
It might have been since it starts with a pancake or two
except then I add extra things to make it into a dessert.

At the very least I add a pacakage of vanilla pudding,
a teaspoon of...

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