Best Rarity Poems
How I long to see me
on a walk of possibilities
a journey of rarity
a world of no worries
wide opening the gates of boundaries
the mind lines crossing
the heart chambers stretching..
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Set on the branch of my heart
rest with your Love
feel home and feed soul
My senses I would close
My mind I would set loose
A sweet surrender
the Self wings carefree..
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How I long to dream of me
detached as I could be
One and only me!
sweet and true be!
No sound
dares a quiet mind
or mutes a heart’s glee..
Endearing words of mine piling in confusion
A soul dropping ink hither and thither in profusion
The muse of beauty denies my pen the spell
Gems of rarity out glow and strive against the shell
Voice of poetry, echo of my life
Compose your note and mind strife
Euterpe, Muse of music delight me bestow
Words of soul, inhale harmony and through flute flow
Amazed, my heart pounding on ebony and ivory
Enchanted, I take a bow in ecstasy.
rarity whets the mind
showers creep through fog
slowly descending
Everyone, a bit bipolar be;
It is the nature of our planet.
If you do not with this fact agree,
Just go upon the Web and scan it.
The strange duality of humans –
As all the shrink-ologists well know –
Can make of us a bunch of Truman’s –
Each our own comedy-drama show.
If it sometimes seems a bit too cray,
Worry not – thank the stars above you.
Never feel that you have lost your way;
Friends, family, dog, will always love you.
It is one of God's own treasures
And is presented unto me
In a frame of golden sunshine
On a sea of tranquility.
This day is worth the living through
The other three sixty and four.
It's accompanied with a promise,
He will someday, be sending more.
Forgive me please, for lamenting
When skies were dreary, dark and gray.
They were part of the formula
That created this special day.
I'm glad it comes infrequently,
This unique day and its pleasures.
I recognize its summer dress.
It is one of God's own treasures.
January 5th, 2014
The first time Tennessee's seen snow since..
Hell, I can't even remember
When I noticed the crystalline powder cocooning my car
I went into the front yard
And felt the crunching of dead grass under my shoes
I scooped up a handful of snow
And placed it on my tongue
I let it melt
And run down my throat slowly
I lay down
And let snowflakes collect in my hair
And let my hands go numb
And let my heartbeat slow
I understood what it was whispering to me
"I come very rarely
So let yourself mold
Into my icy embrace"
The constant need for constant motion lulls the sharp coil
Of twisting anxiety around her core.
It begins in madness, the subconscious kick start of her heart
She knows does not exist. - I am fine. -
The unfamiliar rhythm from unfamiliar emotion is truly terrifying.
The only scenarios that flood her mind are ones of dark endings,
Are ones of non existent pain, non existent death.
Her mind races faster than the pace of her terrified heart and body.
- Not again. -
The notion of slumber fades as her muscles want nothing more to do
Than to express the complete Hell that has fallen upon her.
What evil soul deserves even this? - No one does. -
The empire she built in the safety of comfort has been burnt to ashes
By the failing of the pretence of security.
Her entire core has been broken, her spirit plunged into the depths of
Absolute madness as her body maintains this new state of panic.
- I can't breathe. -
It lingers in the back of her mind at every turn of her life,
It unknowingly makes decisions on her behalf,
It forces itself upon her. - I can't move. -
But, in a rarity of insanity,
She looks toward the sky and sees it is as blue as her dreams.
Her speeding heart calms, the trembling slows
As she regains control.
This demon that invades her core, unsettles her mind,
Will never be vanquished.
It will lie, beaten and broken in the very depths of her being
In the pitch black dark, with no hope of light.
- I am fine. -
Like a black diamond,
I shine ever so brightly.
Like a black diamond,
Brilliantly cut,
With pristine clarity,
I am a rarity.
Like a black diamond,
I shine ever so brightly.
I was shut up and locked down when you met me The fire in me was slowly fading as I warmed the pews
Your reckless outreach arrested and captured my heart Your selflessness rekindled and restored the best in me
I was happy to make your aquaintance I am often consoled by your remembrance
I will always regard and treasure your friendship I will forever embrace and value our relationship
The likes of you are rare, as so many have forgotten how to care You have lit the torch of many, who from you, are learning to share
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one of sincerity
of love and honesty
of kindness and simplicity
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If an evergreen
Loses all its pines like leaves...
Soon I shall observe
Rare sight red birds descending
From branches then onto twigs.
World's made up of mostly good people
Except for the lunatic fringe
Sorry we can't just get rid of these jokers
These yahoos have come unhinged!
Send 'em away to some distance galaxy
Far, far away from us guys
Let 'em infect some other civilization
We've had it right up to our eyes!
It's a dream I know, they'll still be around
When we finally close up shop
But the last to go will be us poets for sure
We'll utter the very last thought!
World's made up of mostly good people
Except for the lunatic fringe
My question is why must it be this way
Why are these guys so unhinged?
It was midnight at noon,
Or so it seemed.
A very sunny day,
Just minutes before.
In came the wind,
And that was when
Clouds like a curtain
Were drawn across the sun.
Darkness invaded the light,
And for a brief few minutes,
Rain poured with a mighty fall.
The sudden appearance of rain
Caused neither flood nor pain;
And just as suddenly, the rain also
Ceased, giving way to that sunny day.
I attest to the rarity of rain like that;
And 40 years removed from that rainy
Scene has not erased that rainy memory.
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Sotto Poet
With calloused fingers, and ink-stained hands,
A poet prepares for battle.
Searching for the calm in the storm,
Paused, poised, and still.
A deep breath in.. a long exhale;
Their pen becomes a weapon.
The power it wields, undeniable;
It spills truths, immeasurable:
The blood of a shattered Nation.
The pen: a weapon; a battle-cry.
Rallying masses to follow its lead.
Demanding justice, answers, and equality.
The poet, constructing, and carefully crafting;
Their words, building momentum.
Lighting a beacon, leading us all -
Towards a beautifully rare Rebellion.