Best Past Glory Poems

A poet enters a private sanctuary,
A sacred place where the imagination
Dwells with a mélange of emotions
Conceived by aesthetic beauty,
Often divine and esoteric in nature;
That comprehensive...

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I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....


With thoughts of deep ocean bliss,
that comes with fading hope,
I...

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Stained glass bits of past glory, shards of rainbows bright,
Once the star of Bethlehem like diamonds in the cobalt sky. 
Oh, how we have fallen,...

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As I lay on sodden ground
Silence reigns, 
There lays no sound.

I feel no pains
I have no displeasure
My heart interlocked by chains.

I feel great and euphoric...

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"Blooming"



In the quietening 
of my days
there is a dream 
there he whispers 
cutting tales 
with sharp teeth
in my mind 

in he swims in calm waters
at...

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My Seasons of Change 

1. All the world’s a sky of faded virtue, 

2. Though major events have shaped my life,  

3. they are...

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Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers Minnesota
Before Paul Bunyan flattened it
To resemble North Dakota.

Paul's blue ox Babe was equal to
Most anything he'd ask.
A job...

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The Town of Sintra, Portugal

A tourist attraction, a lovable town
With its twisting and turning roads and lanes
Gardens where Eucalyptus and fur have grown
A town that...

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Partys for couples new lovers and just friends.
Music to fill the night the streets of New york 
breath life to old flames keeping even jaded...

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do not discard
now seemingly tired old books 
their youthful souls can be found
awakened by a kiss
and brought into the present 
again and again 
and enchant...

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(Voting Republican)

Who’d have thought that our nation would ever go postal,
Past sin perhaps brings our demise?
From our ancestral guilt at the treatment of Indians,
(Enrichment by...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy...

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I have heard people declaim
That Africa is the dark continent
Plagued by war, sickness and famine
The aridity of such a claim
Has left my people to pine.

Yes,...

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***GROWTH***

  Blossoms are Spring sweet
  Red orbs that cover fall down
  Keep peeling apples.




      ~~~JOY~~~

  New...

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Not own dream, weak bones and falling fleash.
                 ...

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