Best Recognition Poems

I have a dearest sweet friend
my love and gratitude to her of no end

She is of great beauty and deep truth
to send me her Love in a gift of youth

How would I conceive my very age
When deep inside young in every stage.

I have a dearest...

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Recognition
	
	There I am again, 
	in the wall-size mirror 
	at the gym, 
	myself seeing myself, 
	a compulsion of sorts,
	a checking-in 
	to see what has changed.
	
	My bent and rotated spine
	is always the same — 
	a very noticeable dog-leg
	listing me to port.
	
	There are those
	who look at themselves 
	each...

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A wounded animal retreats to the scrub,
where anything worth saving lives.
It licks wounds inflicted by a wicked wind whipped world. 
Filled with big stone faces unsmiling.

The wounded animal re-emerges with a perfected limp.
One eye missing, the one that viewed the cruelties. 
Fur matted by fingerprints,...

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                        I couldn't find her, oh, where did she go?

            ...

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liberating...
the recognition
of a job well done; 
infinitely more worthy
than any trophy.
a chef's kiss explosion
at the realization 
that an accomplishment
is, at last, celebrated
that one crying for help
is seen and heard
that one is enough
for the Lord
notwithstanding 
walking with feet of clay
ain't it grand...
one soul -
out of a...

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Paradox of Recognition


Unknown the impasse of a whisper
She echoes stranger in the darkness
Of her heart
So alone in the glowing flicker
The love she keeps alive there
By fired dreams
She longs to share

Somewhere in the footsteps of the night
A solitary lover wanders
Lost and out of sight
Sometimes he can...

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Unaware of who we are,
it’s clear we’ve drifted afar,
insentient to God’s light,
glowing within, day and night.
To this end, our will we bend,
that in silence, we ascend,
simply melding head with heart,
feeling bliss ignition start.
Ego dies, we become wise,
truth of Self then realise,
dancing with love cheek to...

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IN DUE RESPECT (MY DUE RECOGNITION)

I am not that to my poetry.
We are.
But the thing is, we are not.
You are with me in spirit when I write.
I know this well because we speak into my mental environment.

When I publish my compiled poems in a poetry...

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Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes. 
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity, 
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded...

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First off-
you're E~did,

fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time-

God is only justified by his own usury,

and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine...

We all are falling,
forwardly and softly forestalled,

faked,

forgiving four fickle frogs,

finding our fifty nine frot foe,

just as we fizzle the fantastic...

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This path I take
                      So familiar it seems!
Of sweet years past I dream,
Of distant seasons I dwell; But of love---
Of love I miss. Although...

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Sometimes there is a meeting of minds                                      ...

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    Saw my doctor today
he gave me 
an "official" letter
confirming my
Male to Female transition
and said it was permanant.

He signed and dated it
and has been
sent to-day,(16/12/2015.)
recorded delivery
to an official government body
DVLA
fantastic !.

Elizabeth alexander.
this was to change my driving license from he to She
...

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The Prismatic Self Premiere Contest Winner


I meet myself at the edge of mirror glass—
its surface holds me like a verdict;
renders me in symmetry I do not trust.
Do I offer brilliance, or only repetition?

Each submission a blade, each stanza a wound—
I split myself into offerings, waiting...

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Is there any who will challenge circumstance?
On this place of 40,000 writers, how many care?
Maybe many arn't active? Did they get tired? 
Some have died..This I know.' Good talented men
Women, I wonder?? I am not much for waiting.?
Not these days, people are starved of knowledge
Denied...

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