Best Reckonings Poems

And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom,...

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The evening is set out before me

   on the threshold of night,

   the hazy lights teeming

   and glazed, webby-cold ----

   bright with a white-haired curiosity;

What good honesty can bring,

   observing reckonings and episodes

  ...

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A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.

A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of beginnings of
my reckonings.

Ostensibly,
I cannot travel back in time,
or I would be
there dancing, not making rhyme.

Oh, can it be
the parks and...

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"Fata Morgana" 

feet hardly touch the ocean
when silent stars of no voice
transmit words to pay the ferryman
on the water no reflection 

gently the sun waves smiling as if to say
feel that, the warmth of waking sleep
no fear of what remains hidden 
it will unravel from...

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Does it not shimmer to the shine, the steel blade
Of dead reckonings ultimate design, cold is
Its fine edged point, a slicing masterpiece,
Of revolutionary engineering, behold deaths
Chopping silver anvil, the guillotine!
Polished by rags dipped crimson blood,
Washed by virgin waters of the fallen innocent,
From the martyr to...

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I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration
Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete,
A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide
Of indecision, floundering, drowning alone, with no life preserver
To cling upon!
Rolling waves crashing against my bare...

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'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of intrusively summoned reckonings
referencing old featured impressions,
mid-escape concentrated faculties'
unfocused low-density frequencies,
betwixt...

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We are the unbegotten 
 We are the unassigned
 Redeemed from oblivion 
 Kept out of mind 

 We are the great rotation 
 Unfolding the sublime 
 An echo of obliteration
 Returning with the tides 

 Unmarked by boundaries 
 Before the birth of...

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BY THE BAY

A beach vagabond am I,
Lost amongst the foam and spray,
Enchantments careless cast away,
Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child,
Of the free spirited, enlightened ones.
Dreamers, whom sought the seasonal warmth,
Beyond the reach of the winters chilling
 Embrace.
Here my lullaby, the oceans tides braking,
Against the...

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Allow me, this day, 
to become the catalyst 
of my own awakenings…
For I hold within myself
the light of dawns reckonings

Bare floor’s creaking
with the splinters of the past
Some things never change
Some things never last

Allow me, this day,
to find enlightenment 
within worded phrase…
For I hold within myself
knowledge...

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Endings starting
Leaves are turning
Grass starts browning with
Furnaces burning.
Colder weather
As to focus,
Deeper feelings in
Shallow harvest.
Briskly, daunting
Haunting Spirits
Barren-halled reckonings as
Frost encroaches.
Verdure withered but
Perhaps a good Word;
forgotten pasts buried
In the stillness of the earth....

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In the workshop of my waking hours,
I am the maker of my own day,
Crafting moments with a DIY attitude,
Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound.

At 6 AM, I pick up my tools,
Coffee grounds and ambition,
Mixing the elixir of caffeinated dreams,
Stirring in the alchemy of determination.

The clock...

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Paradigms Temporality 
David J Walker

There is no question 
That the evening 
seemed to come 
to an end 
too soon

The temporality of 
your days 
The glow of 
a full moon 
On the rise  

bright are the stars 
beaconing’s
as if distant skies 
were attainable reckonings ...

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Been through lots of places,
Seen alot of smiles on faces,
Interacted with people in dances,
But no one has healed my bruises,
They only give me fake promises.

Been searching for happiness,
Tried getting rid of my sadness,
By offering people forgiveness,
And believing life is just a process,
But I don't see...

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It’s often hard to hide,
The awful pain caused by pride.

So many times we allow ourselves to be fed, 
By boisterous thoughts that causes swelling in our head.

For then is when we need to get humble and remember who we are,
And who it was that died...

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