Best Refined Poems

Unstable
Uneven ground
When you sit on a fault
For a heartbreak makes your faith
falter.

Restore
A broken trail
Requires sunshine and rain
Water cleansing the heart that needs
Warm rays.

Resource
From high above
Be the only recourse
To recover, the heavens charged
With force.

The Force
That never fails
May be at times at bay
By somber fearful clouds
A phase.

To...

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So deep a love to feel
Your muse Cupid would wonder
When the golden chance you couldn’t steal
Preferring instead to explore gambits like a gander

Pushing a prevarication scheme without a clear
Strategy as to where you felt your breakthrough
Would emerge from, dear
Although to your credit you remained true

Supposing...

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While trickling thick amber honey
in my black decoffied coffee
I wonder why I never noticed
until just ever now

How refined white sugar
has monopolized my wider full-hued view
of more nurturing nutritional brown sugars
natural bio-resonant sweets
healthier sugar-phosphate cooperative relationships
as if the least of these white privileged
rich and resilient wealth...

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It’s not always a silver lining sought
when the spirit of self is broken…
Much better for self 
is that gold refined touch
sent forth from the forges of heaven…
Ever humbled and grateful 
for the purity of His Love
Signed,
The Clay Pot

© Debra Squyres 2013...

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This is the story of Gustybot Melly
His really small nose and his very large belly
He'd finished the biscuits, the cake and the jelly
And munched all the crisps like the ones on the telly

And when he was finished young Gustybot Melly
Went down to the shops where...

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Relation Refined


In soul’s arcane altar my ego immolation
Flamboyant redesign of our bittersweet relation
Expressing sans intercessor , our quiescent emotion
Editing our ambivalent attitude clearing confusion 
Basing trust as the quintessence our new solution
Spray of luscious true love beyond tactile horizon!



10th November 2016
For contest: Ten word challenge...

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REFINED LOVE

My mother cossets me in her arms,
I feel her heartbeat, call rehearsed -
The heartache and absent charms,
The drama of my spouse conversed.

          Beloved, by my bed, asleep in chair -
     ...

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I look in the mirror
And imagine what I could be.
I picture a crown without tears.
I see silver veins coursing through me.
Refined gold is what I bleed. 
My tears are titanium.
I eat copper like wheat.
Yumm radium.
Iron and Steel are sweet.
I like my Cobolt well done. 
Aluminum...

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A refined gent who serves lunch in Decatur
Is the posh bistro’s most genteel waiter
He serves fine escargot
and tres-bon merlot
Then mosies home to his deep-fried potater

2/3/22...

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She was so sweet, like refined sugar
He was so crude, like oil from a well
And sometimes even a real booger
But deep down she could always tell
That someday he would really be swell

And that true love they would surely find
Because he would end up doing really...

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Rose colored glasses long ago shattered...
No time for phantom kisses...
Nor faux acts of love...
The keeper of this heart—
will captivate me unpretentiously...
Taking me as I am...
Sweeping me off my feet 
sending my soul on a mission of surprise 
mingled with admiration...
Whisk me away on his magic...

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I hate wearing flamin’ suits and I hate wearing rotten ties, 
but if eating in a ‘glitzy’ restaurant, then I have to realize,
I can’t go wearing shorts and singlets or my best pair of thongs,
and can’t go getting rotten drunk or sing Kevin Wilson songs.

I...

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So often are the trials of our faith fired in the furnaces, refined
That hammer blows awaken snoring mind
Is this my grace? For purity? To fall so oft' upon my knees
In prayers of helpless beggar's pleas
What shall become of this, my living soul
That rises up then...

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Straining to see truth through all the haze,
With incomplete thoughts, it’s like a maze.
Bits and pieces accumulate,
But how do they connect, how do they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know,
But with so many differences, where do they go?
Too many topics to assimilate,
Constantly...

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My uncle,... so like Dad!
But a stout, big bellied version with different gait.
Joy he had!

But unlike Dad
Who was a town guy and refined,
No fad!

Busy,
Tending the farm.
Free!!

My uncle,... so like Dad
Who was a town guy and refined!!
Free!!!...

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