Best Recurring Poems

You may not know this,
But sometimes, I sneak 
away from my cynicism,
and see through my vehement
in self loathing, to uncover
the tender optimism of 
my former self, reminiscing
of elated memories, that I
over time, forgot belonged to me,

As I see us, my mind captures the
image, in hopes...

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  I'm phasing in a recurring monochrome dream,
    velvet whispers lead me to a sonorous stream,
  translucent visions fall as vibrating showers,
    retracing footsteps on trampled golden flowers.
  Fragrant lullabies guide me on bronze ferns,
 ...

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Don't you think that this title is darkly divine?
But, of course, there will have to be weirdness that’s funny,
Though my nightmares are many and have complex arcs
There’s some risk here I might have to work for my money!

Nightmare 1. To Wake Up Black

Can there be...

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Recurring nightmare--
my blank answer sheets
in all the exams...

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Recurring Dream – 2
No talent

Dreams come on the crashing waves of R.E.M. sleep.
They come from the darkest oceans of the subconscious deep,
whispers of time exhausted, drifting into the midnight hours
perilously merging, in darkness, with what we thought ours.

Not !, for there is this other recurring...

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Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.

Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!

Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up...

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For years I’ve sadly known of one who dislikes me—
A member of my family, whom I do love.
No matter how I’ve tried—solution not to be,
My fervent prayers unanswered by dear God above.

Except I’m granted a recurring dream, so real,
Whereby the two of us are friends...

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Oh no! Again she’s been hijacked!
Woe to me, for though her shell is the same:
Dainty and fair; she’s turned a raging maniac!
A blubbering bear and volatile flame
I let the anger subside and the angel come back
to enjoy another month of my dame. 



**For the Quatret...

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(after Paul Verlaine)

I often have this strange and vivid dream: 
a woman I don't know - but we're in love. 
She's not, each time I see her, quite the same, 
nor truly other: loves me, and knows of 
my pain. She understands. My heart, to...

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Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s true no one listens,
Or does God mean that no one is ever alone
And if God hears does that mean He...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Story: Recurring Nightmare
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  July/2015 


     A long time ago,  an old medicine 
woman said to me:

     "Young man, "you run'n from yo self -  
If you don't...

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Every time I dream,
I dream of her I do not know,
whom of which I do want so.
And when I dream I dream so well,
that I can't hardly ever tell.
That it is a dream at all
till I wake there staring at the wall.
Scent and taste and...

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There she stands
in silent repose,
her hair rests at her shoulders
under little white bows.

She fixates on the house
in a field with no trees,
it's lone luminescent window
emanates unease.

The path ahead is trodden,
She's been here before,
The wheat grass lays flat and broken
right up to the door.

Although the sky...

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Living one foot in the past
Yes, okay, sometimes two
Is not by choice
When it’s a past that holds you
By a tether
To your core.

Could it be any other way
When you love
With all your heart
In youth
In innocence
In foolishness?

(8/27/24)
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Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still get some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.

At times they’re funny or bizarre,
like riding on a shooting star.
Often it seems they’re teaching me,
past life lessons I didn’t see.

Sometimes one seems like dejavu,
in...

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