Best Narrates Poems

Nearly everyday, the 
     nascency of new lives 
         never fails to inspire;
Nature's numinous blush 
     narrates an old story -
Nightingale or nacre, 
     noble...

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Upon her last sighs, she narrates cosmic 
sagas flowing within poetic veins.
She still remembers 
those idyllic evenings, 
engrossed in raining confessions, 
influenced by her shipwrecked heart, 
expressing scarlet 
sentiments that sail in silence,
across unruffled ink-stained waves,
amidst the endless oceans between 
their untouched silhouettes.

Her every desire...

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I  could hear my own heart beating 
So strong the rhythm grew
It echoes like thunder 
as it tells me the story of you.

You surround yourself in mystery 
You've been hurt so many times
Falling with all you are 
For some scoundrel's nursery rhymes .

He has...

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In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.

You said your divine right was to claim it
But still, your request I turned down
It was then that you thought...

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all my deepest thoughts, all my inward reflections 
                         surround the mysterious constellation, 
       ...

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One-liner 
of doom...

"I'm leaving you"

Mercy! 

The poor fellow 
must've died 
a thousand deaths
right then...
 
"Whack! Whack! Whack!" 
goes an axe
straight through 
his confused heart. 
Ouch!
 A devastating impact.

Numb to the bone
as he stands, 
directly facing her, 
in arrested astonishment;
listening... 
as she narrates
the end 
of everything.
Too...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app

When...

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Dear Jan Allison.

Jasmine aroma in her nice and pithy poems
Able poetess has the skills and qualifications to write well poems
Narrates wonderful words, sweet good comments, and beautiful stories...

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"Overcoming misleading [economic and political] metaphors
that are physically [naturally, ecosystemically, phylogenically] in [and of] 
your [ecological-organic embodied] brain
is never easy."
            George Lakoff, The Political Mind, p. 47

Unless, as Bucky Fulller so synergetically and consiliently,
Yang-confidently...

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Darling Afghan grandmother, your weary hands narrates a somber tale
Your bowed head discloses your day by day yearning ail
You have masked your happiness deep under your time-honored veil
Oblivious-- that your offspring’s will follow your footprints-- and abide by this wretched 
trail.
Anosha Zereh...

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The value of her name is fading,
Oh mother Ghana, mother of beauty and richness.
Every sector in her government is creating hopelessness.
A place attained from the sweat of passed souls within nationalism and confidence,
Today has appeared in darkness.
Showcasing old treasures with new born acts made out...

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I REMEMBER
I remember how the branches of the gulmohar tree,
Moved hastily during the time of wet seasons of the year
The soft orange flowers fell like snow on the ground
Giving a picture of a new sunset, as if the sun rose from the ground
The tree stood...

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I'm in charge here 
I am your chieftain.....your Lord and Master                         
the head of proceedings...the king of the castle...the cat with...

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Dried sand eclipsed over the Season’s fall, 
sullen rhyme sings singer-birds over scale,
the storm-dance sprays dust against broken wall,
To the hat-worn folks, sorrowed, narrates tale;
Done seasonal harvest with plaint-dried tears,
With diseased cattle shrunken skin to ribs,   
With cracked ground, hungry sad visage of...

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Present, but not independent, 
Of societal flows, expectations, 
Not understanding sisterhood, 
Out with reachability and love. 

Together with a voice each, 
But screeching sometimes, 
In a soft note or look away, 
Fondling community law. 

Hard for me, but it’s ok, 
As we all exist existentially,...

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