Best Recollects Poems

My insolent heart
is audacious.
It dives into your words
Feels your presence,
Makes love to you
Shamelessly. 
My insolent heart 
Knows the truth
That 
you are unreachable.
still 
it ventures around old memories, 
recalls ,
recollects and 
reconnects 
Irresistibly. 
My insolent heart
Takes me away from sanity
Gives me a false hope.
Makes me irrational
Causes...

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~The Fruit of labour~

A frail body rests upon the bed; silver grey hair spread
on soft pillows; the fan turns lazily as her mind
travels slowly through memory’s winding paths. 

Under the blue sky she toils in sundrenched fields,
bent and aching, brow dripping, eyes stinging.
She wipes her...

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"Criticizing others is akin to criticizing God" 
"Moment we are critical of our critic we become a critic"
Quote by Author
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Words pierce the soft heart, stay there forever
Mind recollects them oftentimes in life
Spoken words for lifelong give joy or tear
Still criticizing others is in rife

Feeling worthless,...

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Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire
smokestacks, waffles, pansies, people,
and purple sunsets.

                                ...

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Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu 
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School 
   (situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails today of such pristine farm country due
to undergo radical urbanization...

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A night before I saw her smile
And saw at dawn she smiled again
I saw her she was now in love;
She loved the fairness of the skin
And felt incomplete in dim moonlight.
She loved infants and played their eyes
That winked when tiny smiles they see
On little fair...

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The river flows in a one way ticket
Drew memory of the dreaming man
Followed water level like a picket
In the rainy season, the water spans

Water becomes shallow in summer
He recollects his long loving days
Spent in the sweet and sour clutters
Finally, like the river she went away

He...

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Swarming like insects
The development is coming
gnats, mosquitoes, and ants
They are destroying all the plants

Their buzzing sound
is more like the cash register going Cha-ching
It matters NOT, where you go,
like a mold or a fungus the develop will grow

They call it progress
They call it for the better
sly...

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Beauty sets in my wide open eyes
The skies radiance of hue becomes me
I am a flower - I bloom
Colorful flowers transpire in the mind
The troubled rain nourishes in doom
In the beauteous gardens - I am surrounded
I speak - the poppy enlightens
The roots root bound are...

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“The park’s the bestest place I know.
I hope you’ll take me there today.”
Four-year-old Bud would get his way.
His Papa also likes to go
to watch the lively children play.

Bud rushed right to the carousel
and claimed “the horsey I like best.
He’s magic. He’s not like the rest!”
His...

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In my dreams we're dancing
        suspended
                  and in slow motion
the canopy of oaks and pines filter
     ...

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Sleepiness

There alone before
my computer
Fighting the sleep
that creeps like
looter
My brain is
sluggish,lids are
dragging
Against my eyeball
that rolls like a
marble..

I poke the keyboard
My fingers sometimes
miss and slip
It takes a few seconds
to punch the next
quip
As I am about to
start, my eyes close
their own
Again I am in a
limbo, swirling into
the unknown

Suddenly,...

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Oblivion's a lonely place,
   Where no one wants to be.
   No ladder of success to climb,
   Or bathe in victory.
   Forgotten swirling mists of time,
   A lock without a key.
   Where out of...

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Everyone is significant in their own perception.
For the eyes recollects life experiences and
Life’s history about one’s inner enlightenment of personal 
recollective of one’s true character of one’s heart,
mind, body and soul.

Reflections of one’s divine unadulterated selves....

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Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin...

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