Best Overawed Poems

I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it
On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the
dingo’s call?  It couldn’t be as all
Round me were the sounds of London going down'
Then I thought again of scenes that had
Made...

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That slow and spectacular gait of a bride
Brimming as she is with nuptial pride
With grace and beauty each regal stride
as invitees whisper, 'here comes the bride'.

She for her big day so perfectly embellished
Her love-match said to be divinely predestined.

On their big day even the plain-faced,...

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“No matter how low we fall, God holds our hand ~
All’s enabled, if this truth we understand”
                            ...

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There it was gazing up – radiant – 
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.

Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle born from last year's seed unseen.
From where had it blown here to outclass

the perennials of the turf? Its time
now come...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear intense talk of the climate, recycling and global warming,
But I disliked such grim talk, when a coral sun yet rose...

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The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.

They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared 
and all about, His...

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I have seen them stand outside my door,
pleading mother to help stage their show,
on our verandah with stony floor,
tattered clothes, hungry child, wife on tow!
 
dusty robes speak of miles he walked,
two woven baskets on wooden yoke,
usual wares with which he embarked,
a venomous trade to...

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Flimsy fig leaf camouflage,
subterfuge reveals montage,
mind games at play everyday,
as conscience to rest we lay.

Enacting oneupmanship,
demons of mind we worship,
anchored in hypnotic trance,
enticed by dark desire’s dance.

Engaging in acts feral,
we find our soul’s in peril,
yet we wear the fig leaf mask,
making weary earth life task.

Naked...

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They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when you've done that lay them out
Again!" Some others carve mountains...

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Chronicles of a long Distant Race

I arrive amidst all the chatter and confusion
that seems to haunt all pre-race activities,
friend greeting friend,
club member greets fellow member,
New shoes, shorts and shirts being shown emulously.
Profusions of Vaseline used in all those little places,
stretches of an overweening nature giving...

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Songs and lullabies of yours still echo in my ears
Hands that caressed me, the soft touch still lingers
And your cheer ups helped me to move on, dear
Never ever you let me remain sad and in tears 
To you I used to turn when I was...

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Why Do I Love You?
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

When I tell you that I love you
Hurriedly you ask, tell me why?
You laugh when in dismay I sigh

Dare now, listen to some reasons
Obsess and parse them if you please

I love because God gave you to me

Life is...

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Traducent are we who speak with slivery truth
With silver fork tongues we malign the disclosure
Slanderous are we who act suasive and choose
The obduse of wealth, power, and fortune

In the overture of madness we play in absolute confusion
Vexing, beckoning with their temptations
Plausive are we to the...

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sitting and breathing,
 I am again
 in the wonder

there are fissures
 in my night sky
 I see a skerrick
 of heaven 

flaming stones
 happen through
 etching minutes
 on small hours 

starbursts course
 onto the Milky Way,
 snow in space and
 angel dust in my eye

pieces...

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19.5
“Where is sleeping, dreaming, waking, 
or even the fourth state?
Where is fear?
I abide in the glory of Self”

Verse revisited on 09-June-2022

Timeless continuum of here, now, this
Peace rippleless, humming with bliss
Holds steady internalised attention
As ever present divine orientation 
Wherein heart thus, void-centric
Radiates loving intent concentric
Be it...

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