Best Rasping Poems

"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an...

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Enthralled by each panel, a world in my grasp,
Comic books whisked me beyond time's clasp.
Starlight's soft shimmer, on planets unknown,
Myths spun with heroes, on quests...

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From blade of grass to the tip of twig,
The white dust of winter fall’s.
Frenzied  flakes move in lost abandonment,
Finally pitch on fence and wall’s.
On...

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Gasping
rasping
clasping
grasping
condemned man's last gasping, rasping breath,
hands on the noose clasping, grasping- death

(* Tyburn was the site of public hangings in London from the 12th century,
executing...

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Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do...

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I see you there, for me waiting,
you hover in endless patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Yet I linger on, each breath rasping, 
as I...

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With feet rooted into the bones of the Earth,
the old man squatted on his heels and began his work.
He lifted his saw and placed it...

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The amber skein of autumn leaves,

embanks the tumbling torrent

of the splendid forest stream.

 

A salmon homes to lay its roe.

Follow her, as she curvets

the swollen...

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Once upon a time
Distant memories 
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
 
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a...

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To walk the cliffs of ancient trails
     that speak of winds and loss laid bare
     midst sounds...

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A constant vein of nature’s blood cascading rock and sand,
Flushing grains of dislodged mud. The beat in a mountain band,
Currawongs sing melody. Black Cockies rasping...

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SNOW BIRD

In the dead of winter comes great beauty, 
with broody storms and the elegant snow. 
The hoarfrost spears hang icy and fluty,
like aliens in...

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Burnished pheasant,
Repulsed by noon's bright sunshine,
Rasping brazenly,
Calls the plump hens to his side...
Hurry to him, concubines....

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run...

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