Best Purist Poems

Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken...

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'Twas a fortnight fraught with tainted stars;
'Midst mournful tears salting Neptune's sea.
A withered lass swallows internal scars,
'Twixt purist passions removed from thee.

Thoust bravest beloved her...

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In pleasantries, orchestrated on our screens,
We live the lives of many men and women,
As if sex could be! We grow, composed of well-cooked pablum
Eaten between...

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The blackened fog that veils nocturnal lust
has draped the virtue of a virgin dawn
while carnivores, entombed beneath the dust,
unleash to prey upon a heedless fawn.
...

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stick together      people
the elites 
are gleaning power
from the seeds of misery garden

they're dividers of the masses
nothing more-nothing less

they smother smiles...

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I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his
quest. All the Christian knights would gather from
countries east and west. The papal hordes would
vindicate,...

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Like discarded panties at a derelict drive-in
the good citizens... have been abandoned
dropped into the viper's bottomless pit-

The brightness snuffed from all their tomorrows
a president fleeing...

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Often, I enter a contest
I enter the ones I like best
But one sponsor said
Write stood on your head
I moved on to check out the rest

Another...

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A snow white deer was downed by a hunter.
A once in a lifetime trophy, he boasted.
Some folks were crimson pissed 
because a snow-white deer is...

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many daffodils
beautiful on windowsills
narcissus appeals

one yellow divine
single or double refine
purist flower mine

dainty and sublime
standing hours at a time
waving in their prime

*For Carol Browns "What's The...

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Thieving Without Conscience

There are thieves, and there are thieves without conscience. ..
Woe to the average Malaysia, of the latter are our elected politicians....

As the US...

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In the boxed gilded frame exists the residue of
A painter’s vision, of his nightmare placed upon
Canvas.
Locked within the cells of four square,
Lies a view into...

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Four days have been spent going about like goats
following curves and ravines, climbing cliffs and being tortured by prickly pears
the cactuses from hell that I'm...

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The meadow was so sweet
Our stile where we sat our retreat
When her longing lips met those so willing of mine.
Yet a cloud of unconsciousness
Overcame reality,
The...

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Mentors with the BeeTrees

From NorthWinds
come darkening winter
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

From SouthWinds
come summer's diastasis
climax of full-born wisdom,
contentment for and from all four directions
spread across...

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