Best Prior Poems

Friday, three days prior;
The Son was scourged and bleeding.
Sunday, when He rose again-
A spotless Lamb proceeded.

Friday, three days prior;
The Son had cried: “forsaken?”
Sunday, when He rose again-
The keys of hell were taken.

Friday, three days prior;
The Son of God was dead.
Sunday, when He rose again-
Trembling demons...

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An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept! 

Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising, 
Within one’s own precept love is the...

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As you are my love beneath a full moon
a rendered silhouette in splayed light
our arms are empty as our eyes consume
in wondrous dreams that lay before the night
the scent of fragrant love shares its rapture
fills the senses with our sensual glance
when emotion overtakes and capture
we...

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Cloud bank rolling in
Eve's shooting stars been obscured
Wish came true with you...

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Past Prior Days

This is a simply, modified analysis 
of "For Love of Politics," written by
Sally Bedell Smith about both of
the Clinton's. Bernie probably has
already read this after hearing some 
of the things he has been saying.

We have done things in past prior day
Wanting to forget...

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Today I started Bellmouth High
Finally growing up I thought with a sigh
First days are always full of stressful nerves
Who grew taller who got curves
This year was no exception to the rule
We weren't babies anymore this was high school.
Everyone gathered in the auditorium as the rising...

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Evening: 
empty streets and empty hearts,
all seems silent, eerily still,
each house a silhouette,
a chink of light the only sign of life,
curtains pulled tightly shut,
as if to keep out the virus, 
keep out the world.

And inside each house, 
people are going stir crazy,
hoping and praying, 
arguing and weeping, 
and...

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Kill or cure alls of the mind are in the bottles,
with dual instructions, take at one’s own risk.
Swim in an ocean of salt, options one has as
the eyes burn, “I wonder what on earth is the matter.”
Relieving the symptoms of gout could be the cure...

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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...

Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...

whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point, asper conjuring atypical
bent arising within mindscape,
sans garden variety *****sapien.

he...

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Prior to Lasik

I would put on my glasses

Just to hear better...

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Prior President and Husband

To anyone of you did it recently occur
Either stayed in House or still a Senator
Lacking ability after another ability
While rapidly on their way to senility.

Nomad may be assigned nomenclature
From slim pickings emanated caricature
In their life not knowing what is prevalent
Or friendly fools...

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Books strewn on the living room floor
Some library, some owned
Waiting to be read

Drink recipes on the mid-modern coffee table
Mostly Tequila based 
Waiting for other ingredients to be purchased

Monthly bills sitting on the couch
One overdue maybe?
Waiting to be paid

Succulents - much too dry
Can they really die?
Waiting...

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PRIOR DAYS AND DISTANT MOONS
 
In early morning misty haze,
Where horses stood to graze...
I found myself 'neath lodge pole pine,
In wonderment and praise.

The dismount from my patient steed,
Was painful...yes indeed!
These aching joints and stiffened knees,
Were grateful for reprieve.

My prior days and distant moons,
Have come and...

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Prior to Conception


As if stunned by July in a hammock
I wait for my apricot wife

One curler more and the flutter
of leaves in the orchard

the sound of trees 
letting go

a downpour 
of plums still bouncing

around in the wicker 
propped open below


Donal Mahoney...

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Lo, Oh poet of mine admire;
Speak to the fire;
Converse open flame thine heart dire;

Arch-poet, ballad maker compose lovely lyric rhyme unto me prior;
 Ballad singer, balladeer voice still cry;

I ballad monger, idolize beat poet, bucoliast, elegist shy; 
Fair epic poet, folk singer gleeman,  journey...

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