Best Nots Poems

Mum sat in her aromatic garden,
admiring its charm and grace.
It was a cold morning,
but mum never seemed to feel it any more.

Her eyes were tired,...

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When the 
  moon muses 
to the 
  melody of memories, 
roaming wisps 
   of vanilla gently 
flow through 
 ...

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The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the...

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I wait—

here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me   free me

here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts 
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end...

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“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
Sara Evans

My heart no longer
beats the same,
as I’ve wiped away 
tainted...

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Meet me in forever,
where the moon enclasps
the enchanting 
   heaven above us,
for you, are the music 
     playing on...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.

Studying the said effects on...

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Apple blossoms in abundance; sweet aroma in the air.
Begonias burst with brilliance. Blue bells pop up everywhere.
Cherry blossoms cheer with pink; corn flowers cluster blue.
Dandelions...

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Unending darkness floods the skies
alone in dreams my heart must weep
no words are spoken or even cried
such silence lives where shadows sleep

My pleas just echo...

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My garden lies between the trees
 Where lilies dance in gentle breeze
      And lilacs whisper pretty please
 To  a...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

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as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to...

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I've a bit of a problem here...
in a higgledy-piggledy pickle
torn between housewifery
and creative muses fickle.

Scattered, shattered fragments
of odd ideas, dreams
lay about my den, disguised
not nearly...

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For years, I've watched my seasons come and go
Beneath the pines along the River Brine
I've drunk my fill of robust summer wine
Survived the stinging lonely...

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