Best Prolongs Poems

Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed...

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in this place
now
here
in the safety
of this languid afternoon
I close my eyes
and listen to her voice
her sigh
with your hand on my thigh
knowing as I do
that there is no pretense
or disguise
no need to hide
I am who I am
She assures me
It's fine

Awash in need
I let my body plead
I...

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"Lord", I know your laws
my life, you see my flaws
I can't erase my sins
everyday it lives within

when I do good things
the bad is still there, it hangs
it keeps me from happiness
hoping for forgiveness

I've tried and prayed
I feel it maybe too late

this world has made me...

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“Activity makes my life colorful. To be quiescent is relaxing, but when it prolongs, I feel I am dead.” – By Poet



Day after day passes
With rarely a purpose to fulfill
Thoughts after thoughts flit,
With nothing to hold in memory.
I am stuck on the lonely highway of...

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Our lives are consumed 
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They...

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As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me...

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There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his  body movement 
resembling a twisted weave;  the
bossa nova of high timbre...

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What a clamour
What a noise
To bring social justice
To answer the cries
That's gone on for centuries
That they keep maintaining
With promises and lies

Black lives matter
So we shout
But who hears the cries
When the establishment do nought

After the cotton fields
Up comes  the continuity 
In the justice system
When we...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud" -- William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a life
bereft of joy by reason’s cloud
to sling invective like a scythe
from perched on high, lofty and proud.
Naught from my lips but bile and scorn,
delight extinguished, long since shorn.

Imprisoned by my intellect,
I held...

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Pale cobalt blue 'pon horizon
Lavender just above
Fog coats the creek and pine forest
Sunrises slowly, love

The roosters sing their warm greetings
Crickets chirp a morn's song
Mourning Doves coo occasionally
"Peace gives life~~ life prolongs" 

As the red fireball sun rises
Casting red tinged cobalt
'Pon horizon's morn's whispy clouds
The Dove...

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GOODBYE IS THE SADDEST WORD

Am missing you though you are by my side
You are here but not here as I can’t feel your presence
I told myself you were right for me but I feel lonely in your company
I see your face disappearing from the reach...

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Last night I was mesmerized
by James Baldwin
in a documentary
"I Am Not Your *****"
in which Baldwin reflects on
Medger, Malcolm, and Martin
who were shot in that order
within six years of each other,
all under age forty,
by guns newer nationalistic leaders of the NRA
would most likely celebrate
for sale and...

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VAJRASANA -   The Hardy Hose   STEP 3


POSTURE

Vajrasana is one of the few Asanas, which is suitable for all and everyone. It is perhaps one of the few Asana which is not difficult and can be adopted by anyone of any age...

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Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful!  Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing...

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"Spiteful Minds" 

by~ Edward McCormick 

Disdainfully negotiating gain, 
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone. 
An obvious destruction they attain 
Through dialogue with underlying tone. 
A tiny drama brings about an end.
In spite of mind, the heart wants what it bleeds. 
Enlightenment is key to...

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