Best Nine Poems

Running beauty rippled in crystal white
No whisper in the air, just a wondrous sight
My eyes ascend in awe to a far light
Small and empty observing such a height
Nature in colours captured in delight
Ready to be filled with bliss and insight
Melt in silence, a faint soul...

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Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the hill’s breasts, where gnomes had stood.

They’d left long ago, twenty years today.
Here’d been a mountain, where now a farm stood.
They...

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Pulled on the parka, and turned my face to the cold street.
Half running, half slipping, piece of toast hangin' from my mouth..
man oh man am I late...

Two and half blocks south down Jerome to the station..
gotta make the Kingsbridge nine o five. 
Thank the lord...

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As the sun shines down,
another day so fine,
I still hold on to those memories,
the only thing that's still mine...

I remember our trips to the beach,
the squeals of laughter, the tears of joy...
I still have some of the things we bought,
down to the last broken toy.

I...

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Like your favorite ambrosian juice and long caramel series, there's always an end. Everything has an end. The arcane rainbow, the beating rain, your aching pain. Hunger is a feeling, and to conquer it, you must feed it. 
The strongest things are buried 
beneath the...

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The buildings fell, and so my heart.
Not the very whole of it,
But that portion of innocence?
Fell that piece, or part.

And I beheld the evil,
Though a foreign thing to me—
Even as the buildings fell,
And my hope for humanity.

But the tower dared to rise again,
As I marveled...

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square of nine mirrors
admiring his reflection -
the kitten’s labyrinth...

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Rounded up
Forgotten pup
No hourglass shape
Like sister eight
Denied the pluck
Of seven's luck
No flashy tricks
For clever six
Lacking the vibe
Of cool kid five
Awkward score
No balanced four
Craves symmetry
Family of three
Alone and blue
Unlike cute two
While ten and one
Have all the fun
Eleven stays
Aloofly away
Twelve is far
Too popular
And all the teens
Have their...

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I'm going to have dessert and put up my feet
At nine o'clock myself is who I'm going to treat
Nine o'clock is my favorite time of the day
It's 8:59 get out of my way
nine o'clock is when my kids go to sleep...

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Gliding hands dancing on your spine
Playing melodies in your hair
Soft kisses delights in making discoveries
I see your soul clearly

I seize your face gently reflections shine 
within the mind softly brushing 
deeply plays a tender loving tune 
fluttering beats touching shades of sunshine

All I need is...

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I spread her wanting derriere as making love unto she.. 
Perfect sweetness; cumming, and all I could do was enjoy while 
My heart raced to catch her haloes breath; sucking, her beautiful breast....

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Boxed Life

She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close
looming

A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
obsessed
frantic
impossible to reject

she lives 
twisted
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight

An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face...

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Israel had been under tyrant oppression
God sent Moses to redeem them from suppression
He promised to manifest His sign and wonder
And extend His Finger of Power over Nut, the god of thunder

Nile was like a sea of blood on the first day of the plague
The magicians...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock...

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He stares at his liquor bottle, and remembers the time
he sacrificed his life to the ocean depths;
a dolphin steadily rushed him to the shallows,
then allowed the evening currents to carry him to the shores.
That night he erased the X he had put on his calendar;
the...

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