Best Pure(A) Poems

I am a silent movie,
a corny melodrama
played in black and white
with an observable flicker.
A little tramp
accompanied by ragtime piano.

You are pure A-list 
Technicolor, 
Dolby digital
THX, IMAX laser, 
Oscar winner
3D blockbuster.

And yet you love
me.


Written 26 Apr 2020...

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Broken Nevermore 

Out along a sunrise stroll, a garden’s early view,
I find the most enchanting scene of vibrant colored hue.
When there upon the walking stones with tattered wings I see,
a butterfly of saddened tears right there in front of me.

I pick her up within my...

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A tortured love abides deep in her heart
A love intense and strong, fearless and brave
A love demanding all and not a part
A love that must descend down to her grave

It is a love that bears not rivalry
A love so pure, a love devoid of doubt
It...

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The innocence in your eyes.

Adversity and animosity, together were your constant companions
A heart bleeding, disillusioned by deception, and finally abandoned
Enemies betrayed you, plotting and scheming you felt so surrounded
Until the day that I met you, and rescued you with my love unbounded.

Enmity and selfishness continue...

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A stronger man inside true faith 
he will always turn the other cheek
in the end  
Our precious Lord and Heavenly Master 
He received 5480 blows to honor his wounds we pray 
not executing vengeance as it carries so much hate 
such dark power destroys...

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Pure, a virgin
Smelling of light,
Softest light,
Playing on shadows,
Hovering on the pines,
Inspiring, stirring,
Hoping…

Life mellows,
As the sun softens
The heart, the soul
Lays dazzled,
Frazzled,
On the edge of insanity,
Boasting of hurts,
In shadows…

Pure, a virtuous thought,
Sentiments of light,
Poured out on the truth,
Light, portrayal
Of faith, blended with grace,
Memories fading…

Life ages,
The heart, the...

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 MY SECRET RIVER
~~~~~~~~~~

Its source some distance from its end, highlands.
A little trickle meanders a mile.
Pure, full of many forms of life, no fish!
Now babbles over rocky ground, the brook,
widening, now with banks, sticklebacks, the fish.
Water still pure, a stream has formed, o joy.

Its banks...

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Always a smile ambassador of light beams
forever inside joy escapes in silent tongues 
a gentle whisper blows kisses from these soft lips 
in each others company love is perfect

Sovereign ruling commands within the beholders eyes 
always will be a sharing devotion 
kissing under the moonlight...

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Fifty six years of woodworking our crafts of life together
There were sacrifices and triumphs
Three little dreams ago our life became complete
Then the sands of time emptied for you
Now I sit and ponder my decisions
Scared they were wrong; lost in grief for you.
Some days are harder...

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I am the ginger brown of the Egyptian,
The blackness of the Sudan.
I am the beauty to which the birds sing,
I have the supremeness of the mighty lion.

I am the Orchid that adorns the  Nile,
And the brightness of shimmering stars.
I am the nomad who travels...

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The Samurai warrior stands unassuming, quiet, and fits in to the background on any occasion,
Each month is a month of new life, gales rush and sound over the tops of trees, he listens,
His life is one of wisdom and military education, he judges nobody but...

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In the winds, old histories tossed, 
To speak of it, freedom that’s lost,
From the hill tops Dostoevsky screams aloud, 
Lost their God indeed, the proud.

Much can’t say but, tis I tell,
Where is this, that conflicts burst?
Stomachs pinch and throats dost thirst,
Justice they say but, lawless...

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Beneath sullied cloth, hastily covered
chain of seashells nestled
soundless, threads of an old story.
Your eyes, beneath lashes that catch
snow—I see the deep blue
sea of Junlado, 
waves shining grey before the setting sun.
What are you doing here in the frozen north?
You came from seashores
cherry blossoms raining upon...

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Born a soul into a vessel of life
Innocent and pure a spirit riding its ship
The maiden voyage launches without major strife
Where will it guide ones wondrous trip?

The path of night or path of day?
Traveling along every twist and turn
Is it the path where all its...

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They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and will be,
The Person of the Son, Mirror, Word of the...

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