Best Parsed Poems

Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is such a big question (I dream God might know),
but tied...

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She has her moments 
of blissfully naked self-revelation 
entirely safe. Fear and doubt have no meaning 
her fullness and loveliness, grace and perfection 
beaming unhindered through infinite space 
absorbed in joy, reflected as love.

She falls in love. 
The pleasures of hours pass like mere moments...

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(not that ye wondered, 
but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here).

Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed,
     scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom
plethora, sans newly discovered life forms
     cradled with fecund Gaia's womb
abound...

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my forte and my downfall
elegant thoughts, parsed perfection
effortlessly strung, priceless pearls
tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated
craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds
perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere
but you, with your scantily clad jargon
middling maudlin untold descriptions
how can posies exist
needing both water and wine
to complete the sacrement
sun and rain, imperfection...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an old faux confectioner’s swatch,
lines up songs taking fleas for fleece....

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Killin’ Time

Killin’ time...
Wasting time...
Whileing the
time away

postponing all til later
Best not to act in haste
see ya’ later alligator
I’ve all the time 
In the world to waste

Til one day…’later’ arrived
contrite and with hat in it’s hand`
My cavalier attitude ceased to survive
Time had made me 
a much different...

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full of emotion
       pulsating
       brooding
       heaving
parsed
           by desire
with
      feelings
   ...

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beneath the screen’s unwavering eye
it scans the words where truths may lie
each line dissected parsed and weighed
a judgment rendered coldly made

this poem is not yours it claims
patterns match familiar frames
even those penned in years before
ai knocked on the public’s door

it cannot see the midnight muse
the...

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Whence passed the verse of bitter love
The words of birds and trees that sing
To what age belongs the voice of muses sweet
How long since poet parsed a thing
A man could understand? a line that
Speaks emotions, curdles the blood of men
Or makes the blithe spirit soar...

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I woke again to fight a war, the
same as yesterday. Plastic shield
met blood-stained boot in blistered

feet of tattered youth. Ideals ran 
amok at dawn then parsed the 
evening’s jagged light when night 

shoes danced with tangoing flames
on buses, cars, the random truck. 
Smoke choked every...

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my
    heart
      is stirring,
the vision 
      of you
awakens
      everthing
          within:
love
is bursting
       ...

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We spoke in semaphore of smirks,
A dialect of sideways quirks—
Our mouths full up with mirage and pun,
Unconscious artists come undone.

She, a flower in a field of noise,
Parsed our pose as preening boys—
Not cruel, but tuned to frequencies
That echo long through apologies.

Our verbs wore vests too...

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Dawns Just Like This

Wake now, discover that you are the song the mornin’ brings . . .em>

-The Grateful Dead-


Dawn easing through
Needle-Eye The Organs once 
clear-cut, parsed plain, it seems, 
like the desert, flattening its curve
over bramble, pepperweed roughage,
just for us, on dawns just like this,...

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