Best Orisons Poems

     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is but a mere lie, 
            never unlocking gold vaults
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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a...

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To be spoken silently
In that unpleasant tumult 
Lurking behind the facade
He does not suspect in what wild fear
He'll join with her in a fatal play
Thus he sees his life as 
an outrageous fortune 
Like thunder shuttering orisons
The demented contempt of a puny mind
Repudiated into self...

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I recollect the dark nights, worst nights, worst days, Dem nights, black Wednesday,
My happiness that nightfall was the worst and last case I would love not to recollect,
Damn! I couldn’t kip! I couldn’t have those fantasy dreams of Mars either!
That wasn’t what I wanted or...

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Magical glittering tin soldiers joyfully marching across resurrections big sreen ~

Adorned anew within these sweeping sentient hues of silver humanity; tete-a-tete....

Created beyond the faciled imagination of a childs spectacular, swaddled dreams

Sitting inside panoramas pristine theatres, unblemished blockbuster seats!?

Hummingbirds hovering carefree aneath this gnostics laughing willows...

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In Full Flight Her Soul Departed


To free my heart of all that haunted me
Told I, these my tidings.
... On a summer's dawn,
Fresh from our orisons, we wandered forth
To greet the waking of the meadow flowers
And peer into the crystal pearls of dew
That shrine the beauty...

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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions; their visions.. 
Crossing her celestial, scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting amid the breeze to these, tranquil orisons ? Subliminally 
Marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains; silvertone's rustic tides
Receding, from time's shores before my eyes; portent...

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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions their visions

Crossing the celestials scintilating skies; deep inside tubular

Chimes lifting in the breeze to these tranquil orisons

Subliminally marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains....

Silvertones rustic tides, receding from the shores before my eyes

Portent clarities bearing a Spirits...

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A Heart's Deep Song

Grant me for sweet remembrance sake
Some golden gift that I may take
With me into that region
Awaiting me when love is gone,
The jewel that held thy fragrant hair
Against the winds of March; a share
Of lavender thy fringed lawn
Nestled among until dawn;
A broken bridge,...

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At the sound of the national lullaby 
  My face will I hide, O Kirinyaga


 Will sleep not 
Your notes laden with saline saliva
hammer and bore my ears, 
your thoughts unfathomable


I have lost my breath loving you
because my name stems from you
Yet you chide...

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It pirouettes in the air, 
the raison d'être for a black man's inimitability.
Something that keeps a black man bleeding
by a black man's thrust.

As if by some twisted 
Divine stratagem,
he was fated to kneel
that hour, on that coast,
with peeling grits grinding
into his patellae,
and limbs begging for...

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When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts. 

Oh! May the taper of thought illuminate the native firmament of youth
With eternal...

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To Get Or Not To Get
                       by Odin Roark

To be
Or
Not to be
May not be the question

For is it not nobler
To suffer slings and...

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When divine’s grace, stroked hair and kissed forehead  
Euphorically immersed in ecstasy 

When humming breeze smoothed solitude 
Weeping heart filled with orisons 

When rays of hope percolated in being
Tears of pleasure coursed down on cheeks

When tied limbs broken twines
Suppressed desires floated on sky

When hymns...

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