Best Perfusion Poems

We bound down the stairs, out into the light-of-day, and into the blue of the
misty breezes, heavily laden with the smell of wild sea salt roses that grow in 
perfusion along the winding road, that bends and turns in gentle lifts and dips to 
the...

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We
bound
down the stairs
and into the light of day

Into the blue
of the misty breezes
where the scent
of sea salt roses lay
and grow in perfusion
along the winding road
that lifts and dips
to the other side
of the Funday Bay
to cross the bridge
and rise again
to run away
over the distant hills-

Seagulls-
screech and...

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I caress the blooms of the lilac bush and breathe their sweet fragrant breath. Here in my garden where spring has risen from the melting heart of winter’s death. And when a gentle breeze  kisses my face, I am simply blown away, to that...

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GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into its surface had captured my imagination as they had so...

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Perfection's reserved for God
we mortals must deal with less.
For beauty's more than you see
and lives in souls others bless.

Flattery fuels conceit
with its perfusion of lies.
For passion's prerequisites
aren't meant to recruit the wise.

Feelings of loneliness are
held hostage within the heart.
For reality is harsh
crushing dreams before they...

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Ignorant Madness

I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided far on global planet humankind removed from sanity
with ignorance and fighting firing greed destruction vanity

This morning I woke up to...

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Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels

Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe

Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork...

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Impressions of Spring

Spring cherishes the misty morning sun breaking through the new born sky
Where angels meet the rainbow color in perfusion light beyond the eye.

The earthly smell begins the armor of playful adventures not only to young lives.
Love bounding forth like an endless wells coming...

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the thunder roared
like an angry lion
the lightning bursts into
a perfusion of colors...

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Island of fantasy

No swim wear on Bikini Island after all those testing years
waiting for the hidden radiance to…stop this is reality
I need to escape from where into what or do I when
one flash and blip in the history of time and my projections…

So here it...

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Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels

Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe

Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork...

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Does the Sea
Suffuse...
Does the Sea
Perfuse...

the sponge?


Slipping, sidling
in:
the Great Outbreath
of the far forgot shore;
so small now as to be 
Unimaginable,
upwells in swells the 
Entirety of this sea -
and heaves these easy seas
from shore to shore
as
sure as the moon’s dim
light is gasped over 
when its wax is...

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Music of My Soul 

The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.

The sounds of earth…

Earth music arranges magic stanzas in perfusion 
Lively scherzos in...

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Peace, an illusion.
A mass delusion,
A cone of confusion,
Has made an intrusion.
It is my conclusion
Excessive inclusion
With Satan’s collusion
Has led to occlusion.
We need a transfusion
Or perhaps perfusion
And quiet seclusion,
Not nuclear fusion.
Maranatha.
...

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Concrete jungle; a game preserve 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Muffled echoes drift unheard
Sentient shadows shift not seen
Vivid colors in perfusion splayed 
Across the white castle walls
Nutritional content is zero
Please step up to the drive through 
The other windows are closed
So who do you blame
For a culture's erosion
Just ask the...

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