Best Ornately Poems

In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in black and white and color.
Haunting faces and glimpses of places.  Sad narratives come to mind along with
stories and the...

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VII.

An involuntary shudder as I watch her 
Spread                                     ...

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I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn 
To the gentle touch of my fingers

There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft of enlightenment
Beams onto my cheeks

There is a brass clasp
That silently...

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I want to be a poet to write those words which rhyme
But it seems I'm having trouble with tempo, tense and time
How do the poets do it rhyme words so undisputed
They neatly find the perfect word and exactly where to put it

They make it seem...

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Upon a sullied slate sky
of alabaster and aquamarine,
floats a formidable flotilla
of charcoal-colored clouds.
And on this mild, melancholy
mid-March day;
they dawdle, dribbling drops of rain
in sporadic Spring showers.
Winter's white wonderland
seasonally salted with brindled blotches,
magically melts away;
revealing rough-woven, ragged patches
of grassy green.
When Winter's weakened grip gives way,
bulbs freed...

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Holding on with slender vines that gracefully twine the fence.
Ornately draping fragrant blooms, the hummingbirds like best.
'Neath, in your shade, the rabbits rest in the noontime sun.
Evening breezes bring your calming scent across the lawn.
Your tender shoots reach out, like a child's hand that wants...

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How many?
how many lives;
how many have fallen 
beneath 
your magical spell? 

If it may be so, 
let each star be named 
You.
 
For your beauty transpires 
our words 
into all shine and sheen cast out
from the darkness and starkness
of infinite space –
(as they were intended...

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Satan, I don’t like your hating.

Satan, I don’t want any part of you.

No fractions, none of your distractions,

I want to live the life that’s true.

This life guarantees the ultimate satisfaction.

Satan, I don’t want to have any dealings with you

You hinder my life that is true....

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I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve. 
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her, 
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. 
It turns me inside out, 
and there was no going back from it. 
Once the thunderbolt hits,...

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I survived scarred but 
unscathed growing up Irish 
catholic. 
Mind numbing Masses  sung in 
Latin 
Ostentatious Corpus Christy 
processions through local 
streets
Ornately dressed priests
Eyes to the skies, garbage 
underfoot
Fair game for taunting 
classmates armed with cutting 
quips 
abstinence during Lent
weekly confession that 
required creative thinking to 
minimize mortal sins
further ingenuity...

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[Continued from Part Two]


The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled...

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I.

Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek

Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria

Nimble is a turgid swoon!

Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's deeply in a you and i
Glazed, to the tightening
and a strangling organza
Necked into a suffocation

So go the tunnel...

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Warriors in us, 
                      When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle
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I stood,
At the edge of the abyss
And stared deep into its void
Letting its gloomy silence
Fill up the empty shell
That had become my heart!

I stood,
Tilting my will,
Like a mad pendulum,
Hesitating between choosing to jump in its depths
Or to walk away from it
When,
Unable to bear with the...

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Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains but not on roads for roads are neither natural nor...

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