Best Reckoning Poems

Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
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Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
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Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
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Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
·
The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
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With sharp swords of light.
The golden...

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Unspoken words hang in the stillness of unmindful space,
  like a touch never to be felt
    A sight never to be seen
      A curl of smoke dissipating
         

A...

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The Roman administrators came for the wealth of our worship
demanding that I crack the church's coffers wide open
for their needs, for the Empire's desperate embellishments,
in place of gold I presented the poor
I told the onery officials that these people of our Faith
were the profits of...

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I Received Bad News Today, Reckoning

I received bad news today,
	Rather, the bad news I sought.
Thirty years ago, we played.
Attention turned; you walked away.
	Divorce ended, so I thought.

Love was stretched thin to forgive.
	You tried to ease me from my pain.
As friends we could never live.
Let’s start...

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Redolent reverie
Rain-soaked in raspberry 
Roses most delicate
Runes woven from star seeds
Refulgent petals swirl 
Russet thorns of my heart
Regrets etched in kohl quartz...

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One summer hot, 
clear day,
It was time to deal with dirty laundry.
In silence,
with a countenance of stone,
unrevealing deep emotions,
things of necessity were done.
She hung bleached-white sheets 
out on the line to dry,
then, turning to him,
her iron will broke,
storm clouds rose,
her eyes accused,
yet, all she could...

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Where the earth, 
either scorched or drowned,
meets the fire of war 
or the floods of indifference,
where the sky,
once pristine, now flight-scarred,
meets the trawlers and the oil rigs
on the dying sea,
and the righteousness
that you wore as an amulet
became a millstone
that you could not bear.
Where the industrial...

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beyond the reach of human gaze
and past the portal, no light strays

a darkness lurks as yet unseen
where spirits gather, boast and preen

await the night the sea will fly
and drown our thoughts that fill the sky

when day returns a trembling sound
heard naught by life where none...

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your bitter sweet embrace engulfs all.
ruling with absolution.
commanding reality itself.
unchecked and unbalanced.
carrying me away like a wild animal.
lost forever in the weight of this burden.
destruction or peace is all you know.
such arrogance to presume you know me.

being me for too long.

did you really believe you...

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America... 
is tired of going to sleep
with both eyes closed; 
one eye is now open. 
She sees everything in the dark.
She's always watching, day and night.

The time of reckoning
is here. It is happening.
It is being televised!
America has seen enough
heard enough, had enough.
She's mad as a...

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I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.

Only recognizable as Menoetius, 
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
 
I sought my...

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Part I: Wife to Husband

You never pay me any mind.
I'm sick of this. You hear me?
If you don't find me interesting, 
perhaps you'd better fear me.

The "choc'late" in that cake you ate
Is laxative, I swear it!
So please don't take the rest to work.
Someone might want...

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“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” 

Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin 
like the contours of my body 
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure 
never seen before nor felt 

She curled into the shaded...

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You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as...

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