Best Rasp Poems

Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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I am immeasurably honoured to have been invited to collaborate with as fine a poet as Robert Lindley. Our first collaborative process has been very...

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As I Plot Just One More Day

Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long 
and...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it...

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Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins

Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With...

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Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins

Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With...

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this cooler air seems to mottle the trees
spinning leaves like my thoughts in winded dance
befalling trails of tears on crimson breeze
as they fall grounded beneath...

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Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her...

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Enjoy the silence, the deep of night.
Not true silence for the word itself is illusion.
Still yourself enough to hear.
Listen for the sounds invoked in the...

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There’s a deathly silence
in the aging night of the living,
a rasp of breath sneaks
out across the candid moor,
like the wail that fails
the carousel of life!
The...

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Craze comes out of barrel of joy,
Joy, what makes you behave coy,
Coyness, a thing that would get a toy
From the soul, hands of a smart...

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My Grandpa was inimitable… uncommon.
He could make a story out of a passing wind
and have me crying, giggling like an imp--
this God-given knack could spin...

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It's really quite simple,
watch, I'll show you.

Flip your wrists,
turn them upward,
now bend them back.
grasp...

Slice deep,
bleed your mind,
let it go...

Painful?
It's better that way.

Now watch it trickle,
drop...

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My Goddess of Home Furnishings 

I watched you floating in your usual way, always in song..,
though you could not see me.
From between the racks of...

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Closing my eyes I can see you again
My whirligig, dancing as if on water
Not watching my fingers play
Bow loosely threaded like your dancing hair
Red reflected...

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