Best Outworn Poems

A walk in solitude is sometimes best
     to weigh my thoughts in nature's open-air
          and put my heart and soul to needed rest
where only I, with quiet beauty, share.

For then, when inner...

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She can touch me,
reach in
with an inward and knowing finger,
stir my senses,
entice,
until I know for sure
that the dead and the living,
are timeless.

When her love steals my mind away
'2gether', becomes a special word,
a spellbinding word - magical -creative.

I have faith in illusion,
what is unreal for many,
remains...

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I have ponder it waking long
Curled around my pillow like a fog
What was it the morning stars sang
Before a tree became a fire log?

I do not think I like this place
This limitless paradise of ease
Where serpents crawl and goodness waste
Our callous discontent to appease

The next...

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I
I  looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.

II
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”

III
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings...

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                               parallel lives

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Clean cut; people clean cut.! Well styled suits, groomed to impress we gel well 
in success, success reads so well.. Glitz is the goal WOW  the 'surface' the substance.' 

Cut so clean.' free standing see you all & now; how i'll stand not bow..
Yet...

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A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody       
            

The mall is too much with us, spring and fall.
Getting and...

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Awhile back,
in the Dred Scott decision, 
SCOTUS denied rights of citizenship
to people of color
"as a subordinate
and inferior class of beings,
who had been subjugated
by the dominant race..."

So, we need not dig too deeply
to rediscover where straight white male supremacists
and systemic racist allies
might find our strongest
most toxic...

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Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past.
            Our burial cortege concludes its course at the graveyard.
Falling leaves collapse, crafting new fates; feel the weight of dust.
Some are wagered in a pitcher with burnt...

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"you are more than I deserve. It's a love I never dreamed I'd find. Happinesd like this is worth dying for..."
- Yasunari Kawabata-

Looking down, while flying midway between sky and earth,
I saw a dog on the grey tongue of an abandoned road,
Licking its genitals under...

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I am so glad to be here,
With eyes so bright – they swirl of chocolate.
Content and breathing.

Thank you.
Thank you for these small feet and cute black painted toe-nails
That can fit into shoes and leave foot prints on
Rough gilded grains of sand.

Thank you for these legs,...

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Death orifice my Libidinous command,
I contras life's ecumenical demand!
Now reach down in this thistle grim,
Desolate me with the edged limb.
Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead,
A comatose where life and I unwed...
As minutes kiss my infidel fawn;
The church's bell will screech at dawn.
-Enthral me now!

Tell...

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Poetry: A Mythic Bird,?

Flying over diverse landscapes,
?Catching clues, cryptic signs,?
Messages from mysterious places,

?Beings, our starry ancestors,?
Mirror-earthly poets here,?
Resonating in rainbow hues,

?Refining, surrendering, creating,?
Poetic cosmic web, symbolic net,
?Casting visions into an infinite ocean,?

Or into invisible etheric spaces,
Nature’s precious garden too,
Poets cultivating sweet melodies, 

Elemental sprites in...

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in the waterfall 
of random thoughts
spherical occurrences
linear streams
tentative transitions
blurry-edged scenes
where is it
from whence did it come
I am superimposed
juxtaposed
in it  
undone
frothing about
tossing it out
world in peril
running out of time
everywhere I look
there’s all the signs
daring dances
in lemon glow 
autumn rhyme
in the starpoint
of your eyes
I am a...

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The cry of my baby tears through the night, again
Waking everyone, including the birds whom use
our tattered raffia hut as nest
I know why she cries though
The small giant has used her long thin deadly
needle to bite her
Even though our outworn mosquito net is tattered
and now...

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