Best Progresses Poems

Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old man feel faint - ha! 
..a feign of concern with...

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MUSIC

The rythme progresses through me
Reaching to depths unknown
Leading me to another realm
Only I have ever gone

A place of solitude
Where I can be free
For my soul is the melody
To which I shall dance alone
And the beat is my life walk
Opening the walls that have never been...

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This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody.

I was told who I am, always reflects upon my friends 
and family. When I choose a friend we become one 
soul forever.This Is how I interpret my friendship.

When I choose a friend, I would shelter their names...

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You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears

Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation

You smile with...

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“Slips the Blue Satine”



Desire bites 
a sonnet ripped 
where the voice projects
through glossy cherry bit lips
down a telephone line
wrapped around long legs

speaking soft words
welcoming you in like a quilled whip

Freedom bites
a too serious sonnet smiles
then progresses to apply
velveteen kisses where the lips 
tie a loose...

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All that time will do 
is install you
in comfortable stockings.

The wind howls away the years.
Foxes hunt even while we sleep.
The binding is broken.
The straps are disconnected.

Wind carries away
even massive objects.
It is the tornado of life.
Chunk chunk
Clink clink

The mind keeps puffing
like a steamer.
Even pine trees are...

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Errors on Putins bungled invasion are beginning to show
As this obscene war progresses, his loss list will grow
He thought rolling in his tanks, it would take but a day
But the west is supporting Ukraine and will make him pay.

The Ukrainians are proud people and will...

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Visions of a life unseen,
Moments that vanish before thee,
Life progresses and I'm left behind,
Death a transition of life foreseen.

Today you're here,
Tomorrow never seems to be,
Instances of life and death,
Raven of the night take flight and away!

Death is calm and precise,
Steady and obscure as the night,
Pulling...

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The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...

The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the angel ...

The horizon has folded its wings around
Confusing the distants ...
Evening invades what remains of...

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She wants to know what love is
As their evening starts
Discussions aplenty
Straight from the heart

She wants to know what love is
As they sit holding hands
Laughing and enjoying
Two in understand

She wants to know what love is
As their evening progresses
Where a glass of wine is shared
Their conversation caresses

She...

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Vanity
A poem about vanity in life inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom

As I wake up abruptly every single dawn
With my body still asleep on futility’s lawn
My spirit needs a fiery, enervating quick jolt
To nail down my awareness with God’s divine bolt

And as the day’s continuity progresses...

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The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."  by Rabindranath Tagore

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No Particle Theory can ever be Unified – 
for there is always the space between...the
unknown that separates while binds us
in a matrix of primitive wonder. Dark
Matter is only dark to those accustomed to one
light...for those whose eyes adjust to the
thin horizons of others who have...

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Bake the turkey or the ham
 get out the special cookie stand
 roast a duck or Christmas goose
 soon enough the children will bust loose;
packages wrapped so carefully
 set out on Christmas Eve beneath the tree
 will be open earlier than the morning comes
 as...

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Sunrise breaks over the east so innocently as did the birth of creation
The Dawn rising to reclaim her throne from the night time's reign
Serenly, magestically, displaying her light as blinding as white linen
The chorus of the morning singing her praises, the return of the Queen

Fields...

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