Best Reference Poems

The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair
where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
amid the thunder and the lightning
that cracks the black of night
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.

Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee!
my merman of the...

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Delusion and Reference 
(Paranoia) 

Once there was only one, not fun, 
So then this became two, did moo,  
But my mum thought there were two, 
There was her, and then guess who, 
God said this, that, she said, like glue, 
So her and Him...

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the carving knife met
drag the blade down the chest
smiling face ghostly...

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They call it shuffling of the mind
when other eyes are turned;
Other visions call upon the history 
that is their very own, allowing us
to see, to share, to grow.

Onrushing Earth
will ride the tides of time 
disclosing newer cries of childhood; 
hearts will sing again their Kyries
while...

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A reference for every thought

Deconstruct all you think and find the link
To the last time you felt that way
Heard the words
Learned that fact
Disassemble the pieces of the things and 
Actions you hold to be true
Find the place in the litany of your life
And note down...

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what though there be a garden of flowers
the essense of the whole distilled to but a drop
the humble bee alights
frozen in time and purpose
sucking the nectar of its created heaven
in the now in the here 
gridlocked...

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If you don't believe in Miracle's 

I refer you to

Anfield,  Liverpool 

Tuesday 7th May 2019

Liverpool  -  4

Barcelona  -  0

Miracle's are not Dead 

God supports Liverpool...

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First off, this is a poem about my feelings about the tragic even that took place in Fort Hood, 
Texas yesterday afternoon. Prepare yourselves. I was very angry at the time i wrote this. 
hope you enjoy regardless. 

13 dead. 39 wounded.
who knew the acts...

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...to My Dad


As I strolled through Bolton 
I saw the players who possessed me,
who beat me down and held me up, 
who tickled me and trounced me,
formed and shaped this neophyte.

Full aware of their manipulations,
stations of the Cross, or as temptations
for transgression, they were my...

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My reality might be
The opposite of yours.
You may think the words I write
Are merely metaphors.

Some may be, I’ll give you that,
But mostly they’re the truth,
A frame of reference I’ve been in
From early days of youth.

Of course, that frame’s expanded
As experience has grown.
We each exist within...

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Where would I dine inside your heart
If I have felt love then I have feared pain
And If I have feared pain then I have tasted lust..


Where would I be had I not tasted your lips,
Had I not felt you sacredly inside?
You took over my being...

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Morning At Work

Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.

He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.


Noon

His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his...

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You got a vote in your hand 
You got human right
You got justice
You got a will
At this very moment
Everything is in your hands 
At your fingertips
But you become hesitate
The candidates are strange to you
Political campaign is only a glimpse
Canvassing is unbelievable 
You have no reference
There...

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++ The Gathered Women, a short poem++ 

A Magnificence captures
Us
Unexpectedly
We run off
To hunt our mantillas 
   From long ago youth
To address
And dress our heads
In all felt humility

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(c) sally young eslinger 2/21/22

**a mantilla is a lace veil
Catholic women wore to church
before the 1990’s...

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