Best Nameplate Poems

It's happy anniversary again
thirty one years seems not long
but so thankful for all your love
every echo within makes a great song

Thirty one and going strong
looking forward to many more
together as one sweet union
We shall see what's on store

This past years been hard
but soon be on...

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No thoughts, no consciousness
Echo the sound of strangled cry

Can't escape
Take my hand

The dark dungeons without the breath of life
Deeper than you can imagine

Can't escape
Take my hand

Weak, so unbelievably weak
The bitter cold darkness 

Can't escape
Take my hand

The death is so overwhelming
The door without nameplate conquers the...

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Pale pink peonies, I carried on the day we said, "I do."
Not the innocence of white Queen Anne's Lace of spring, 
nor romantic stems of red roses on a sultry summer day.
In all the years shared together, we were never apart,
but now, my heart grieves...

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A Demanding Steed

Once upon a crisp Winter morning, while the cardinals so lively, announced the awakening of a new day. 
I sprang out of bed, pressed play on the radio, and begin to dress for a trek across the field and dance.
My brown leather boots...

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The Candlemaker’s Office 
     was sparsely filled. 

The worn brass door knob —
     a patina 
     countless hands
          slipping over its surface,
  ...

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It's the 16th Floor, 302F
do not you worry, you'll love it a whole lot.
I can see your hesitation,
but u'll see, this is the perfect one.
Here we are, white door
with his favourite, brass nameplate
reading, Woodsmist in gooseberry black.
On the left is the balcony
and bedroom is on...

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I could see your excitement
Each time you picked up the phone
The only thing you always asked—	
Daughter, when are you coming home

Very soon, I always replied
What can I get you father?
Chocolate candy with a soft core
You said, if it’s not a big bother

I visited year after...

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( story  03/14/11)

I saw a man coming down the road
Head held high, eyes were strong.
He stopped and asked of me
If he could have a bite to eat.
His clothes were all torn and tattered
I asked him what was the matter.
He looked at me and his...

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A life in tree-lined poetry

Once I was a cook on the high seas and worked long days
seven days a week; Eater and Christmas meant more work
baking cakes and baking bread.

It was not only tiring but boring to seafarers like solid 
food that they are used...

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The Harmony 

I saw a village on top of a cliff overlooking the sea, 
and each tiny house had a nameplate. 
The road up was cumbersome a track of thistles, 
I thought only the brave gets to dwell where sea 
and land meets in harmony,...

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Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon 
Seems to happen that way

Halls of Hollywood memories 
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie 
Not a place...

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Depth of a bruised sea
rising from the surface
overwhelms the dumb shore

shining
for impossible tomorrow
golden sand, the locked door.

History repeats amnesia
for a depressed meniscus
shifts the nameplate.

Here was laid the image of
priestlees god of dusty face 
small dreams.

The book remains incomplete
who wrote the contents
for blank pages?


SATISH VERMA...

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Depth of a bruised sea
rising from the surface
overwhelms the dumb shore

shining
for impossible tomorrow
golden sand, the locked door.

History repeats amnesia
for a depressed meniscus
shifts the nameplate.

Here was laid the image of
priestless god of dusty face
small dreams .

The book remains incomplete
who wrote the contents
for blank pages ?


SATISH VERMA...

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I
Proudest of graves as get grey mass of moss, 
Where goats greedily browse young sprouts still green, 
The graves as get grey that had grandeur seen, 
Tallest of fames fade fainter with dull gloss. 
The seeds of fame sown ere as fail to flower, 
As...

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