Best Narrations Poems

Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
George Oppen

If it wasn't for poetry,
how would we portray stars of clarity?
Moon would appear silently...

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I walk an already trodden path...
Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead

But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes
In trill, thus, I hear the old ways in your presence amidst Chinook winds
As harmonic they play across the plains, from sacred astral pipes
Mimicking cricket songs...

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Congradtulation on creation & salvation while the congregation gives explanation
of our nation as education to this foundation as frustration rocks the situation 
and the vibration gives separation to the revelation and realization of this
westernization and U.S.'s operation to add inspiration to this manifestation of 
private...

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The Mother Earth

The fountain of your profound love
Gushing out with presents and gifts
Showering bounties, its treasure trove 
To all mankind your love drifts.

Your rivers and seas, forests and fields
Are full of provisions to banish hunger
You do not relent to meet our needs
You distinguish not between...

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I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man of God.
I rest my...

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Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and...

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Who resembles you? 
A drunken night 
Or a jealous star 
A colored full moon 
Or shy cottage
Who resembles you? 
A virgin lark 
Or blond flower 
Who resembles love? 
Believing in you 
Who resembles a soul? 
Living in you 
Who resembles a heart? 
Pulsing for you
Who...

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Hand-me-down myths,
  like ancient monoliths,
    clan's fondest memories
      by nostalgia embellished;

larger-than-life sagas,
  truer-than-truth legends,
    hyperbolic narrations
      of happy exaggerations;

that's ancestral history,
  coloring one's genealogy,
  ...

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He walks around town
bouncing
over size t-shirts
baggy jeans half way his butt
each day wearing a mysterious smile
today with this
tomorrow that
as easy as his wink
so they come and go

She thinks she is the It gal
Beauty and brains i am
Self acclaimed beauty pageant
She thinks the many she bed
illustrates...

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hand-me-down myths,
          clan's fondest memories
          by nostalgia embellished
like ancient monoliths.


hyperbolic narrations,
           truer-than-truth legends,
    ...

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A pen rests unreservedly in my lips 
Another embraced behind my ear 
A ream of paper at peace on my lap 
And ink smudges consume my fingers 
/ 
  
My perception beyond physicality 
Mystical enchanters in chorus 
Momentaneous fantasies in flesh 
And the artistry...

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I always thought of a word I would use to refer to him,
for he was more than a brother to me.
We talked about space and mysteries for hours.
We went for long walks.
We shared our fears, hopes and dreams.
We joined many clubs in campus heydays.....
One day,...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; 
A time, when, young and old of our villages did boast,
Telling prevalent stories on terrifying...

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Carolyn Devonshire
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Carolyn:  Commendable poet who composes cheerful charming comments.
Articulate, admirable, agreeable, author awards an absolute awakening.
Romanticism redeemed by her reasonable reverberating reflections, regally. 
Owns the odysseys’ omniscient opulence and oversees the outcome’s orderliness.    
Luxurious...

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THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB

connections and perceptions started in July 2008
a typical day of apathy
where the temptation was to hibernate
relaxing with local newspaper
browsing lazily at leisure
an advert caught my eye with a treasure

my long awaited calling for all writers & poets
amateurs would be fine
as this had...

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