Best Quarries Poems

SENSITIVITY

They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its halcyon days as a part of 
The impressive strata  at Palisades Park.
The statue in the museum of  Androcles...

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Rolling hills, alive with hydrangea and thyme
  O'er cavernous quarries of sapphire and lime
Darting monarchs, tiger swallowtails
  Artwork on the wing, a-lighting in the dale

A tender, spotted fawn startles awake
  My awkward footsteps her slumber shakes
She pirouettes away, with virtuoso leaps
 ...

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The Beast smirked, horns quivering ...
"You know you want to", he said, nodding toward the hills
There, above a dark, gaping wound of earth, Página Sagrada shone.
A sheer, white marble face of mountain, it shamed all other quarries,
Yet this was no quarry ... it was a...

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Silently I walk inside the woods of wonder
Vigilant of signs that I seek of prey,
Blending with landscapes display,
Exploring networks without blunder,
Not placing anything into plunder.
Seek to win my prize in anyway.
Never to eradicate, for only play,
Whether mammal or animal sunder.

Both quarries I believe are cunning.
That...

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The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath...

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Exhaust fumes and flower blooms
Acrid smells, gentler scents
& pungent decay
Hot molten gold flows out of a clear 
blue sky
Cars rumble down streets made into 
alleys through the trees that tower
over them like Eiffel
Or Freedom
With the rain age old mud mixes 
into the seams of recently...

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I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
 
She'd vocationally strip
do the occasional dip
her pockets bulged, much like...

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Unquotable quotes: Outsiders and Odd Men – XXVIII

                 for Colin Wilson (1931-1913) 
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My life is playing me
                              The whore that it is
      ...

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IRONBRIDGE      SHROPSHIRE

River Severn’s now  a  fishing spot.
Two centuries ago it was not.
The cradle of industrial revolution
Rocked fastest here  -  Iron construction

Arching proud  -  Telford’s   bridge was born 
Among the elder and the...

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“By Whatever Means” 

Halos are us
shining examples
of fallen poetry

gauntlets warm 
hearts pumping blood
dog catchers of thieves

lives stolen 
then retrieved 

by whatever means

our quarries
captive, then fed 
to Cerberus

Halos are us
shining examples
of fallen poetry

lives stolen
then retrieved

by whatever means

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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“Patients, carefully wash your hands and mouth
As the spirits are offended by our smells
And get yourself clean of the defilements”
Thus Matho announced the arrival of the **Dakini
To the séance of the Stok Monastery.
Then Dakini donned her ritual costume
Preparing the alter of seven offerings of
Water, flowers,...

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IF YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE…

   “A quiet and modest life,” says he in German, the most successful of them/us all, “brings more joy than a pursuit of success bound with constant unrest.”

         Albert...

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Again, alone awake accidental?  
barely by blunt brain burdens  
curtains... cut crooked carefully  
draped dangerously during dusk,  
every emotion enhanced euphoric 
from finger, face & freckle.... 
gingerly grasping gestures growing gracefully.  
hesitant hands hold his heart's hastily. 
I imagine important...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a water trade route that flows west to the Pacific seas.
Louis and Clark, embarked, sparked, as told in fabled stories.
They recorded...

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