Best Recognises Poems

Declared an outcast,
shunned by society -
but she's the same
as you and me,
but You can't see her pain
hidden behind her coy smile.
You can't wipe away those tears,
invisible to your shallow eyes.

In fear she stares at the pavement,
but she can see you stare.
She can hear your giggles.
She...

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That godless sound
His head explodes at 6:01am
Same as every day
He falls out of bed
Steps on the cat
Slides into his slippers
Shuffles to the kitchen
Puts the coffee on
Bumps his head on the cupboard door
Again
Sits down and looks out the window
A blackbird is flying near
Leaves it’s mark on...

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    I'm white  s m o k e ,
a silhouette of titanium wings,
tethered to the snowy flesh of a flawless dandelion,
whose skin still remembers ~ 
the thawing of winter from its glass-cut edges,
and how its rainbow seeds
flew into the egalitarian ends...

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All round the ring of Kerry’s highways, people point and cry
It’s 4 o’clock on the very dot and Mick’s rig is passing by,
It has glistening sheens of yellow, with cinnabar spots in red
Rich lozenges of orange complete the livery, as this butterfly forges ahead!
She’s kissing...

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You,
 
A creature so unlike a dinosaur,
Pallid, weak and frail.
No fossil in the stony flesh of Mother Earth,
Unlike trilobite, leaf or snail.

Worse yet, no one searches for your trace,
Or recognises that you're missing,
They're all wrapped up in studying,
Fornication, fondling and kissing.

No biologist, paleontologist, anthropologist,
Searches for...

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My computer now recognises me
When I start it up and in the screen I see
There is greeting of a friendly nature it gives
And Cortana answers my questions as if she lives

My verbal commands are understood 
Where the answers come as they should
I suppose the next...

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FIGURES OF MY LOVE

No one recognises when love begins
But we know when it ends
A flower cannot blossom without a sunshine
And men cannot live without love 
So in the nouns of my heart I love you
Through the verb of my love I cherish you

But the adverb...

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I call this
 Suicide Note
By RebelpJones 

Drastic measures dismantle your mind,
Theres only one way out,
These are thoughts of only your kind,
You see different shades of goodbye,  in disfigured designs,
Youe tired of the worlds sick disease,
The pollution of the war that your mind breathes, 
And...

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You were born in Clermont, Queensland on December, twenty-four, 
Away back circa eighteen sevn'ty-two. 
Edward Jones now had a fifth child, whom his dear wife Anna bore, 
Their second son and both were proud of you. 
 
They'd migrated out from Ireland back in eighteen...

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I live in England

My country is not in Google
No one recognises the name
I go under United Kingdom
And no one can explain

I live in the green and pleasant land
Rule Britannia and god save the king
But it’s done underhand
When I look there is nothing

France, Germany, Italy and...

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There are certain colours in the world that dogs can't see.
There's a dog in my neighbourhood,
Always alone,
Always sitting patiently,
As if he's waiting for something, or someone.
They say he ran away from his home on his own.
He couldn't sit and he couldn't sleep.
So he ran as...

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The snow queen, white coat, white hair.
Her daughter, black top, black jeans
A wise queen an experienced mare
Guides her naïve, know-it-all teen
 
A diagnostic chart attached to her back
Popular ailments; some fiction, some fact
A talented rookie, her daughter has skill
Her mother recognises, helps to fulfil

The Snow...

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"You walk away from this disaster unscathed, whilst I
stand next to the wincing tulips that battle Apollo's snapping frost.
Beneath the tweeting birds, unaware of the destruction below,
I stand still. Like a statue. In the spot where I was left, by you.
If i stand here long...

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(Eliza paces restlessly finding herself back at the door)

Eliza: Martha, I'm going through...and I want you to come with me.

Martha: I like it here, I...

Eliza: I know. I know you like it, but it''s not enough is it? You know what I think? I think...

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19.3
“Where is past and future,
or even present?
Where is space, or even eternity? 
I abide in the glory of Self”

Verse revisited on 23-April-2022
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Sans thought flow that marks time
With stillness blurring boundaries of space
All that remains is the magnetic bliss throb sublime 
Inner eye beholding divine light,...

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