Best Often Poems

 These eyes have often been solaced

by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently

towards a sky's velveteen blanket

and angels'silver gowns

By gazing over hills

to where old country church bells

and crickets play harmonious sounds

These eyes have  often been solaced

by honey coloured shadows

pouring moonlight zest
 
across the rose...

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You can't make someone love you all you can do 
is be someone who can be loved.The rest is up to them.

No matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.

It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.

You...

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These eyes have often been solaced by  purple hues of twilight dust

 moving silently  over my life ,Sprinkling  pure bliss  from an edgeless painter's sky

These eyes have been solaced  by gazing over cedar scented  hills

 By soft lulling sounds...

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Often I wonder, is it worth it 

Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons

Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to...

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Where Mind Soul And Pen, Often Dance And Play

In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope
Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm
What in Life, can we truly ever hold
True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow?

Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love
Come...

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HOW OFTEN DO I SAY

My God, 
h o w   o f t e n  do I say that I love you?

Did I when You give me message and I speak?
Did I when You give the Bible and I read?
Did I when You...

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Wood Fairies There Often Play



Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound

Comfort for man and beast
just a mile northeast
Great to rest my soul there
peacefulness makes me aware

Wood fairies there often play
stacking rocks in my way
A...

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For walking, by early morning sharp 6,
Parking my cycle by children’s park,
Started I, round the park.
Breeze severe, drizzle slow.
Rushing to shelter I see rain, 
no welcome face in park.
happy inside I showed aversion 
my surprise! Flowers smile, butterflies dance,
bloody some flies too joined the dance.
passion...

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4/27/17


Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Changes rarely or often
Occuring by the top of the river mouth and at the bottom
Near and far from fruits and vegetables still fresh or rotten
As well as any flowers starting to blossom



Fields full or barely with any cotton or pollen
House that...

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Death's Often Promises A Needed Relief

Death oft' walks paths both light and dark,
desperately shallow and sometimes deep,
riding on purest truth so eternally stark
sometimes revealed in dreams we sleep.

So often as feared as a mad tiger raging,
with fangs showing and claws so long,
oft' a remedy to...

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Each moment arrives
already threaded—
camels crossing through narrowed eyes,
yesterday's needles.
I see the burden in your face when I get here,
but it’s not your face;
rather a ripple of something older, 
residue caught in the glass
nothing but an echo of now. Do you see that?
A life lived sideways,
pressed...

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I often look at the sky
For views, answers and peace
The moving clouds, letting me release
All worries I stand by

I often look at the sky
Lifted by colors and light
Carrying me through day and night
Letting rain wash tears I cry

I often look at the sky
Formations of change...

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I often visited my grandparents when I was a child
then whispers of Grampa's death left me upset
Gran struggles with the garden, overgrown and wild
unkempt flowers and ferns won’t win a prize rosette!

I stay at Gran’s house during the long school holidays
we often sit outside on...

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Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall

Deceiving beams from false moons often fall
To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded
Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls
Fall farther being so single minded.

Darkness offers its own glimmering rays
Converted into lights by epic pains
When all seems lost, mere seconds...

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Folk often say: 
I wish the world was more loving,
How many people did you love today?


Folk often say:
Why is he/she homeless?
How many spare rooms, 
do you have in your mansion?

Folk often say:
I don't understand why is he/ she 
begging for food,
How much food did you...

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