Best Ramblings Poems

You’re the finest man I have ever seen
You are handsome and strong
Virile
Full bodied
Beautiful to the eyes
Alluring to the hands
Your lips
Send messages
“Come and taste
And never thirst again”
Your eyes
Changing hues
Like the sea
The sky
In between
Iris pools where I love to swim
Liquid pleasures draw me
The depth….unfathomable
I dive deep
Deeper still
Till...

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I feel the water
above me
below me
all around me
intimate
caressing
accepting
loving me

I go further down
to touch the bottom of the pool
and there
on the two painted dolphins
I push my hands down
and my feet break free from the water
shooting up into the air
my handstand
For a moment
I revel the erectness of...

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Somehow in the late of nighttime,
a wooden door's front lantern brings
me to a table where strangers 
from a distant tavern grow more animated 
with a litany of stories
and ramblings inscribed on their life’s hinges.

Varied tones reminisce detailed inlays
of personal anthologies framing their eyes
with joy or...

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A line in a poem must never stray

A word in a line must know its place
For every action we take, we create
We change the order of things

Molecules, atoms, DNA, tones, notes
All connected, like water between ripples
Snow crystals in avalanches

Our hands gesturing in the air
Create movement,...

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I wanted to hug you tonight
even though it would not ease your pain
I wanted to say it would be okay 
even though your eyes had lost their shine 

I wanted to be the ear that you needed 
when your hurt and pain flowed from your...

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Everything is not always just black and white
hidden beneath what we think we know 
are the blurred version of what is really real 
and what we perceive to be real…

Our hopes and dreams might not manifest 
in the way we envision them 
but somehow between...

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Cut my veins 
Drink my filth 
Bite me 
Corrupt me 
Take me away 
Make me whole 
You are Satan’s Minion 
I am your Eternal Damnation

Give me life, give me need
Cut my wrist and make me bleed

Through these veins dead blood flows

The sins of the heart...

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Who by fire
 watches the earth burn?

Who believes that matter
 is neither created nor destroyed?

Who burns their bridges behind them
 after walking across its form?

Who swims the water's edge
 treading through its unknown depths?

Who drowns his spirit
 in alcohol, drug, and opiods?

Who lives only for...

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I used to complain about having to work at night on weekends.
Everyone was having fun but li'l ol' me.
Some years back I had an epiphany on the matter.
Suddenly, I had time to cash my check AND pay my bills!
Then, I might possibly catch a movie,...

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Pugnacious mind of mine
Seeks an end to this winter fog
Your ramblings, on and on
I close the shutters, for spring is not in sight

Pig manure emasculates the air
Not a farm in sight
Your ramblings, on and on
I find solace in the bedroom closet

I hear the car door...

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I

one Fine-
morning    when the garden was misty-
ethereal the beauty
birds mellifluous

brouhaha   loud    and donnybrook

a   gang came
fluttering over the fence and
canoodled the flowers
sweetly

when the day was infinite serenity

the birds
lilting and murmuring
loud    and  ...

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Today my friends I’m really pissed
to think of all the times I’ve missed
the chance to find the part of me
that sets my place in history

No fame or fortune would I find
but just connections in my mind
that let me know that I exist
and not the one...

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It was just another December day
Not cool yet - due to global warming they say
I’d taken leave and was feeling restless at home
A bit depressed and all alone
Stepping outdoors would do me good
Walking some miles would change my mood
As I stepped outside and turned right...

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Ramblings On A Winter's Day
© Ben Burton

Of all the words that have been written
And all the words yet to be writ
Few will count, most will be canceled
When time records the final answer
Without paean, rhyme, or wit
Before Old Sol makes his transition
Displays the sign, "Closed for...

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In the coastal forest at Odiorne Point
Paths meander under and over
Bramble so odious as to create an impenetrable wall
And distant sound of swell and surge 
My nose recoils from the endless spoor of sea
Where upon a rustling of leaves drew my attention 
To the vain...

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