Best Nascent Poems

Cheerily blew ocean breeze in beach-park
Till fiery tides climbed bouncing giant rock
Spurred on by the churning clouds hosting dark
As hazy winds ravaged paths on your walk
Rattling lashing gust where fishing boats dock.
Stranger were we, till blinding storm hit blast
Pouring pelting rain on our budding talk,
Waddling...

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blue shadows 
laden boughs
snow coldness

1/14/2024...

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Jade scythes
of areca fronds
slice slate air;
Medusa's snakes writhe.
Pewter arrows pierce
my garden.
I sit beneath an eave
pondering
the nascent storm.
Geraniums cloister
like vestal butterflies
in darkening loam
as a multitude
of emerald tufts
bend on the fleeing lawn.

5/12/18...

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I've been meaning to write for a long time. 
but sometimes 
my words willingly remain hostage 
in my heart. 
Not wanting to be heard.
Covered and crumpled.
I cannot sink in 
I am 18.
it's frightening,
Getting old
my mind is somewhere between
the land and the sky, 
wishing to fly,...

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Wrapped in a bubbling liquid sack I grew,
zero vision for my tiny eyes hazel blue,
all I'd seen-- a dark floating tube to breathe,
I heard muffled voices again beginning to seethe.

Calmed by a gentle touch of love on stormy nights,
I awaited to find it the day...

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oh, Dear Indulgence ...

desolate, obscure, I know you not, (and have known you not),
    still, do I not know the glint there, in your eye? Aye, it abides
     me from ages hence ... I was but a boy,...

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Nascent Eyes

Lost memories of the 80's annoy me
recollections for memoirs are long gone

My tangible sensitivity has decreased
but the emotional kind goes on and on

My senses are faint, weakened by
too many dinners, champagne and new loves

There is no such thing as a superficial centenarian
It's all about...

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quivering with each kiss the wind blows
the leaves imitate my life
nascent when on the ground


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this just one example of many peoples
   UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
   from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two thousand and ten
(original date this communique writ then 
kept wedged where in no wise 
bore visual witness 

vis a vis...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with the following words 
mostly written January 23rd, 2023,
cuz I, (a sexagenarian married Caucasian male)
get goosebumps when learning
about individuals, (whose skin...

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My nascent poetic tribute to black history month

more apropos and alternately titled: 
praise to thee people 
of variegated melanin color,
whose immense understated improvements
and enhancement of webbed wide world
worth more than paltry words
of yours truly can communicate.

Though I yam spud during Caucasian,
tis rightful to honor that...

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Nascent poetic tribute to black history month...
crafted before onset when people of color  
got acknowledged for twenty eight or nine days
depending if leap year occurred. 

Though I yam Caucasian,
rightful to honor most bitter
racist genocidal crime,
nonetheless ovation qua
one non WASPish critter
buzzfeeds kickstarts poetic hitter,
viz quintessential...

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though I yam Caucasian,
   tis rightful to honor that most bitter
racist genocidal crime
   nonetheless ovation qua

   quintessential significant contribution
   vis a vis that doth litter
   anonymous multitudinous peoples
   many unknown dark skinned souls

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Altered perceptions
filtering through your mind 
				     drip   ...   drip   ...   drip
Faulty neural connections
causes a skewered point-of-view
Fatalistic, telescopic lens
in which you now see the world through
Everything not right like it should be,
nothing observed is...

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Navigating nervously through our natural neighborhood, our native nest away from the noise and neon nightlights
No need for the numerous noxious normality's named nectars of necessity
Neurotic nightmares of numbers and names; knickknacks, nukes, and narrow-minded ways
Nauseating and never-ending
Noble is the nomad; nimble through the netting...

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