Best Previously Poems

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Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread...

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What seems now old 
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told 
We cease to over chew
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All that is old hold a treasure 
If only...

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The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and...

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I wish I’d had the courage to ask you
why you treated me so differently to my sibling

You gave her private education at Norland  -
yet...

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If I were a tree in a garden
In silence I would stand strong
UNIQUE and BEAUTlFUL

My soul would feel blessed
To give life to other living beings
From...

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They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves...

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All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with...

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you carve your words precisely 
like a master does a flawless diamond
infuse your images on the head of a pin
not a letter wasted 

you who
speaks...

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There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . . 
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the...

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you are aware of it
even I'm aware of it
that parallel are going to be our ways
we might never see each other again
but getting away from...

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Traditional Format

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
he listens as the angels start to sing,
recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.

Succinctly spoken...

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Somewhere along waxed moonglow,
he is there
like a sweet aftertaste on my lips;
through warm fingers he groans
as silence closes my eyelids...
and even the pang that he...

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If I never write another poem again
Will you remember me
All the parts of my heart I exposed
The morsels of my soul
The intricacies
The pain
My manufactured pieces...

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NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it...

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