Best Phrasing Poems

It took place shortly after   and the stage was set
before words      before ink      before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal monotony
and the angels were elated

In the Beginning God created... ...

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Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
 Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
  Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.

Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
 As aching melodies in moveable feasts...

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About the time you voiced to me
Above the river, by the tree
Across the bridge we saw the lights
Against the setting moon of night.

Behind my fears and fitful mood
Beside the others chatting rude
Between my silence and vacant talk
By evening on a summer walk.

Except for fumbled fervent...

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Each Friday recedes in burgundy
Bathed ardently in Luna’s kiss
         

                     But, Sunday will dawn cerulean
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Say something nice, and a short little while
She will respond with kind words and a smile.
True to her nature, she always will say
Something so nice that I cannot repay.
Bright and unique, every contest that's new
Challenges, helps, and expands us anew.
Don't know that form? Then it's...

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I keep your facial poses under lock
with myself as the only key
so I may live in your parenthesis.
You were a multilayered, solid color,
wishing to be a pattern of unique luster.

If a creek, you would have swollen,
if a cloud, you would have burst,
yet still, I thirst...

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Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy

I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.

In stillness your breath...

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so, i got to thinking
about all those words
planted in my language
where fertility grew them
to leave and stalk and pod

the farmer's words scatter
my fields like seed on clod
watered by thundering flashes
awash, fertilized and germinating

progeny seedlings, my own growth
in some time-lapse photography
writhing their creamy roots
into earthy loam...

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     my angel, fallen ...

            gossamer linen, violet lace
                window-dressing body, pressing
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Seeing that deep rooted tree
founded in soils rich and boldly painful
Lay praise to worthy and spite to shameful
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Old souls spiral in his words like scrolls unfurling over cliffs
      ancestors hardships ingrained in phrasing
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Then Comes the Lady in Blue


(“...But to the sound of his passing/he sings.  It is a kind of triumph/that he grieves— thinking of the white lilacs in bloom, profuse, fragrant, white in excess of all seasonal need,/and of the mockingbird’s crooked/arrogant notes , hooking...

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"Life is a song," I find it intriguing,
how often the roads we journey upon 
allude to lyrics like variant moods of songs.
Some days I endeavor to sing, 
but the words come out all wrong.
Orchestral phrasing holds no cadence, 
no tuneful rhythm relegated to dance
when love...

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Words can have so many meanings
It pays to carefully choose what you say,
Lack of phrasing can reveal your leanings
Ill-chosen words will often make you pay.
Politicians quickly learn how to double-talk
Meaning exactly what they did not say,
Like a sidewalk drawing with colored chalk
Knowing a weepy denial...

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Death ...

Death is NOT the enemy
It is but the longest part of eternity
The essential part that gives life its preciousness and value
It is the body's rest, the spirit's release, and the soul's freedom
When we again join tenderly with the Universe ... coalesce with the cosmos.

Apathy...

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I wrote a song for someone
She knows by name just who
It's not a dedication
Not this, this one's for you 

It took some time to finish
But that's only because
If you rush you can dimish
The meaning, so you just pause

When you reach that dreaded moment
Every artist does...

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