Best Prostrating Poems

Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones of silence,
from subtle susurrus echoes, 
like a tender 
 ...

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There is a war on earth against God 
attacking the very corner stones within pillars of belief 

Shepherd when the stars of doom eclipse red faced 
cornered facts bleeding innocent the silent screams tremble 

Unheard angels filtering through the moonlight 
kneeling souls pray for His...

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A band of truth
A circle of love
An ownership claim
An advertisement to the world

With this ring I own you
I promise to cherish you
I pledge to take care of you
I hope what I say is true

With this band
I tie you down
I claim you till death
I might even...

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Farewell, Sweet Summer!

Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun
Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing 
Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One
Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing

So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else
It’s got other appointments to keep
In the distance toll the old...

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I chanced on him on my track to school
He was baronial and majestic as ever
Clothed in his outfit and elongated tunic
Clenching in his hand a printed work

The nugatory schoolboy in me promptly surfaced
As I proceeded towards his enclave vacillatingly 
Intuited as if I was going...

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Devoid of signs,
Clothed in widower gray,
Paths blank, mourning..
Above heavens clouded by nightmares:
Hovering as vultures,
warning of hailstorm:
Death of dreams
and silent screams..
She hears them..

And darts through the blocks-
empty as her heart,
calmly bursting..
Lips salted in dust,
Smoke filling her lungs,
Eyes drawn by curtains of fear:
From whom is she running?

Rain...

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If I became an ascended master
No doubt I'd be a zealot
To see mankind empowered
I would openly proclaim my assignment
As I explain my desires
To my ascended colleagues
They all chuckle to one other
From my words so naive

I don't understand you, I say
The people need to know
That we...

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An aged pilgrim prostrating at the steps
of Potola Palace, to her piety I bow
My feelings long since forgotten now

A coroner speaks beside an unzipped body bag
talks of my sister's suicide with furrowed brow
My sorrows long since forgotten now

To the beggar man at the Colosseum missing
half...

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Oesophagus is an appetite yet is it appropriate? Well in some cases it is merely only a handful of peanuts that shroud an already crowded melon. But what of force in a nation of static? Oh no. Apparently not. That is far too emblematic you...

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I was awakened this morning 
To find an orange shaded horizon 
Shining brilliantly and magnificent 
So Plain to see 

The cool temperate atmosphere surrounded my 
Body with a mysteriously sweet aroma 
Oh Lord, I truly am free 

I see many souls around me, who could...

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How the shadows fall back bowing;
prostrating themselves 
before the noon day sun.
Genuflecting as their wooden, vegetative father’s can not.
Performing dance movements of mimicry
the boughs above initiate.

How the shadows fall daringly, dauntless;
dissecting the bleached winter grass,
making perplexing puzzles of mossy patches
creating mystical arteries upon 
the breast...

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As My hands go up in urgent prayer 
‘the question I wonder ,is anyone there .

Waiting patiently and hoping for a reply 
‘Is my call viewed as important ?
I ponder the reasons why .

My eyes are tightly shut 
‘I’ll Tense just a little more 
‘Maybe...

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I weep for those tortured and misguided souls
    Who in waste take pilfered solace from above.
And ply a trade in cloddishness to avoid the toll
    That Death demands with one last final shove.

Like some trifling insect aroused to an...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat
January second 21:08
two thousand twenty
footwear equipped with
custom made cleat

proudly standing tall
(think) as an elite
able, eager, and ready
to sprint skyhigh fleet
ting into netherlands
(towering well over
other wiry antennae thin contestants,

hence exception to
maximum height...

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Catholic education taught me all my Ps and Qs
 when nuns and priests coached a child's reluctant view,
in a  quandary  and a  quiver 
   to kneel up straight and perfectly perpendicular, 
amidst the gold and  platinum  rich cathedrals
...

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