Best Reconciliations Poems

I hold you ...
tight to my chest
but with a concerned tenderness,
as if you are an infant
that I am shielding from a storm ...
or an angel of Valhalla -
her last breath given, ear-to-heart
for the soft-thrumming rhythm of life ...
(what my tympans now ache for)
your flesh is...

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~~Johnny Depp Wrapped in ChocolateThat Would Be Heaven Sent~~

Bonjour môn amies a ballade to write, will be my fait accompli
The trials of a woman to bring love - in a village that did not play.
An alluring female chocolatier opens a choclaterie-e 
Hated by the Mayor...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through...

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constantly chipping away—
seventeen years of weathering
arguments, differences, rebukes
and then reconciliations
I gave in some, you gave up some
for the smiles in each other’s eyes
opinions, values that we once held tight
we let go reluctantly but gradually
to make us work, to keep the promise alive
erosion of personalities over...

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What do you think about having babies who are only six months old becoming conscious of their races? Additionally learning how to discriminate against the existing targeted and targeting races.  In short the white race is the oppressor race and the brown and the...

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An important political
and economic issue,
at least for me:

What do I nurture?
What do we invest
and reinvest in?

If this Taoist "jaw" of Great TippingPoint Green Transition
toward Earth's vast climate healthy wealth
must nurture LeftBrain Yang dominant red
Team competitions with,
and not against,
nationalism's StraightWhiteMale violent privilege,
then how do EarthResidents also,
and...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through...

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PERSONALITIES

aside
&
intertwined
separations
& reconciliations
professed
in
such
   devotion
stimulated
&
 appealing

a
lapsed
 recreation

 a kaleidoscopic
cascade
in
a
collage of
    animated
patterns

united
raptures
fashioned to
linger

in
  virtual reality

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through...

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#Cemetery

When you grow older, dear dad, dear mum,
Instead of having your children and grandchildren running around in your home,
You'd have empty rooms filled with nothing but pictures hanging on the walls,
Nothing more, just darkness, emptiness and cold.

Not because you were barren,
Not because you choose to...

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I am part of the chaos that once found me, intricately woven together,
Each fragment of the soul with which I had the chance to communicate,
Every skin I touched randomly carried by dreams,
All of these have made me who I am, a memento of gains and...

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Our end did not come unannounced,
I had a premonition when you started to slip away
Into the quiet distances, choking off any possible growth.
Ours had been a game, a waltz where missteps spoke their part,
My great sorrow was the pain, not letting me lose you, though...

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