Best Recur Poems

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears,
jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove.

Jilted she hoped he would stop in the...

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(Dedication: For Dave Wood)


Do follow feel, do simple write;
Align your flow, align your say;
Voice lines that heal, voice verse that cite;
Echo fond glow, echo fond stay.

Watch feelings surge, watch intent spur;
Opt for plain smile, opt for clear poise;
Options emerge, options recur;
Deed springs fine style, deed...

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Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours through a clock by the day,
Never sated, not content to find even love,
Buried deep inside the petals of a perfect...

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Fragrance from your flute
Wafting in the air
Powder of morning in your hair
Robins in their throat
In your smile clouds float
Here and there
Golden alphabets stare

The river flows on
Sprinkled sun melts in water
Inflammation grows in laughter
Rush roar race reel recur
Empty boats wait for life
Stories seek a soft chapter

Your...

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I dream of making love to her.
I stand tall in front of her tomb,
My heart churns up a lively stir,
I cannot help but feel the gloom.

I smell roses strewn all over.
I dream of making love to her.
I have lost all my composure.
Must all these painful...

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It might begin with the sweet songs of birds
     when sunrise blooms its glow, seeming divine.
We view the month to see those written words;
     “Spring now begins” confirms our current sign.

The resurrection from grim Winter sleep
 ...

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Lovely to know He is everywhere,
For love blooms anywhere He goes,
Answering every fervent prayer-
The source of endless rainbows!

Knowing just what to do and when,
Every single time, right on time;
So shadow flowers may recur again,
And fruit so blushes at its prime.

And creepers know whence to creep,
As...

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Spirit of the Navajo
How hard life has become
Reciting prayers of long ago
Alcohol an escape for some

How hard life has become
Water is a scarcity
Alcohol an escape for some
Look at them with pity

Water is a scarcity
Wells will soon run dry
Look at them with pity
How could one not...

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Near Sainthood
by Mirza Ghalib
translation by Kanu V. Prajapati and Michael R. Burch

On the subject of mystic philosophy, Ghalib,
your words might have seemed deeply profound
and we might have pronounced you a saint...
if only we hadn't found
you drunk
as a skunk!


Ghazal
by Mirza Ghalib
translation by Michael R. Burch

Not the...

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In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of these are and what I think he meant
Before you demur let's confer, after you'll concur
All there is is progress or...

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A storm is brewing, slow, but strong
and those who do so many wrong
shall pay their price - and when the gong
does sound, they all shall fade.
And we shall axe, it shan't be long,
The palace's charade.*

On pompous thrones adorned with gold
they sit, so wrongly smug and...

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“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Global Warming

what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and...

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I'll find a  remedy for my broken heart.
A round of applause, you've melt my heart to stone.
I couldn't make you feel my love, from the start.
I'll find someone like you, I'll search for a clone.

A round of applause, you've melt my heart to stone.
All...

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Myriad thoughts
Go through my head
Of private sins
That should be dead
And dreams long spent
That recur and rent
My aching soul
My flesh is weak
I need a plan
To divert me from
My evil thoughts
Please let me see
Life’s goodness abound
odious demons
That tempt my heart
Can I be saved
from this cold world
With time...

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I stumbled over Paul Tillich's translation
of the MessiahMentor's Other Great Commission.

The Great Commission we learned in Sunday School
was to go out and convert the barbarians
and savages to Christianity.

Yet this Other Great Commission feels like a necessary prerequisite,
like requiring Statistics 1
before wandering on into the further...

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