Best Outposts Poems

No bougainvillea here,
Wind and wave-tossed shores
Know no such blossom.
What blooms next stormy seas
In western outposts far removed,
Unknown to sun-soft living ?
When silken purple drapes
The open sky, and folds of grey
And pastel blue hang mingled,
Dark-mirrored in the land below,
The daily reckoning may be heard,
Another storm from...

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second terra,masters of the nether world,
black is their art,as crafty smoke curls
behind a screen,landscaping scenes,amazing,
chemical elements influence our being
projecting images,manipulating thoughts
misguided perceptions easily bought
subliminal messages,chaotic fuel
hatred belies evil despotic rule.

recreant,miscreant,one and the same
lowly existence,there they'll remain
sinking lower to depths,uncaring of deeds
subliminal messages,planting evil seeds
appearances frequent...

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                                    Red Mesa Dreamscapes

The sun spreads its red light on...

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Dictionary in hand Bobbies
     manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
     a comma dated,

(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
     Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati

 ...

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Shortly after the naming they made arrangements to visit Jessica's home in Nordgrend.  Her father, Raðulfr, sadly, had also succumbed to the last ringing of life's chimes as time's pendulum could no longer be wound and ceased its swing as they stood by to...

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Chapter 12 (c) The Fireflower (continued)

So forthwith it was decided 
That upon the next day’s dawning 
They would send a party swiftly 
Inland by a river valley  
 
They would climb to highland forest 
Guided on by one with knowledge 
There to find the...

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4. 
the sex-appeal of the telephone 
and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-crows 
are all harmonised seamlessly 

the noon in the blood 
is flowing along the river 

all the dialogues are covered 
with misspelling of men and women 

the tailors want to increase life 
cutting...

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Although their blows knew no restraint, 
Their countenances no control, 
He bore their hate without complaint
That love might make their hunger whole.

The curses that had filled the night
Gave way to stifled sobs and wails, 
While on that hill the infinite
Was held for half a day...

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Thank God, for people of order 
That disciplined, hold in people like myself.

We men, who enjoy strange living so…

In such outrageous outposts
Tempting a varied life… 

As well as early imprintings so…
Weren’t we told to be better than this challenging?

Why be vibrating on the edge of...

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Only ghosts man these
old frontier outposts now

They rock back and forth on
driftwood chairs on the porches
of the town main street shop's
and saloons 

Hoping and praying for a piece
of tumbleweed to pass bye to
make this day somehow 
memorable

The sun's positioning says this
would have been rush hour...

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Carpal tunnel twinges
punctuate a torpid afternoon,
as row on row we line the aisles
and stare at nothing
with the guarded anonymity
of urinating men.

My thumb is on the lever,
moving almost imperceptibly,
as marbles rocket into space
and filter down
through obstacles designed
to keep the management in business.

The captive of a chain...

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proximity was far beyond the reach

 	of closure               departure
		     destination              settlement

immediacy suspended a hung...

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So many great poets here!
What about the new ones, 
who need your hug, eh?
You just might give them the
poetry bug!

I like to seek who's waiting
for my nudge!
To take my time and reply
and get some good, warm
yummy fudge.

My Dad is to blame for all of 
this!
He...

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A sooty cat prowls 
under a nail-struck star-light
to rub against my legs – yellow eyes
outposts of a far-removed planet.

Standing by my door
looking up into the riveted blackness,
I sense the remote clanking 
of casements and portals,
the cold iron blinking of bygone lights.

I take out the trash,
ice-claws...

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There exists no place
   Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
   To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away

And even more so -
   He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
   In the...

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