Best Reflections Poems

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Be Still

Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time

I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap
Quietly dreaming
I stroke her sleep dampened hair and 
Caress her cheek gently...

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.                    So 
                  appear 
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Battling the instabilities of reality.
Behind daylight's closed doors.
Imaginary chains keep me captive.

White walls decorated with 
silhouettes of suppressed shadows -
disappear, upon the sight of twilight.

Alone, my eyes search for companionship.

Then she appears, smiling down at me.
Her solitude in darkness, shows,
it's not only the moon,
who sings...

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Sweet youth, beauty
By Luna's light.
Cobalt colors
How sweet it is...
I know of great love,
There will never be enough time.
I am here for you.

What is love...crimson rose,
Love stanzas, champagne,
An arc to heaven...
Moonstruck heartbeats?

Lily of the Nile,
By the waters edge, 
Romantic waters.
Mountain magic
Flash dancing with dawn.

Oh Luna...cold Moon...

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When I saw that young muscular man 
standing, hand on hip, in the driveway
four flights down from our balcony,
I was instantly attracted before I
realized it was you...my sweetheart,
so unaware of your electric presence.

You were speaking to our neighbor,
and though I couldn't quite hear your 
conversation,...

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Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.

Darting between the soft, swirling
flakes 
Of unique crystalline, driven without 
respite,
He alights upon his sheltered 
perch
And begins to shrilly trill:
Against the on...

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Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs
To the flowing tenor song
Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep
As Patrick's paschal fire
Weaves truth from stones of blarney
And lucky charms of Erin's spring
Cloth hills in kilts of green clovers with four leaves
To the Kerry...

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One’s poetry not always will unfold
beneath its author’s pen as some suppose.
And poetry one is to yet behold
might slowly bloom before one plucks that rose.

At times the lines come breech, the labor hard.
A trial of thought; a repositioning
of words emerging, offspring of the bard!
And then...

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In shadows deep where childhood fears reside
A father's wrath and a son's tormented life.
A torrent of abuse with a soul's despair
A question lingers heavy in the stale putrid air.

"Why was I not enough for my father's pride
Why did your love like fragile glass - subside?"
I...

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Romantic Reflections

Gone now are those halcyon days,
Days we spent by sunny shore.
You are gone now and in my haze,
Reflections make me miss you more.

I hear a song you used to hum;
Words burning bright in memory
Lead to tear drops that softly come
As cloudy skies let raindrops...

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Angels in twilight
Reflections of affections
Dancing in starlight

When angels entwine
Harmonic explosions of devotions
A love divine

When angels embrace
Roses and wine will make you mine
With satin and lace

When angels dance
Starlets on fire with great desire
A burning romance

When angels fly
Dropping wishes of kisses
Amidst the jasmine sky

When angels sing
Humming in...

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I look in the mirror and guess what I see
My green eyes staring back at me
No longer sparkling and full of life
Full of tears from my worry and strife

I long for the days when the tears will stop
But now it’s a constant drip drip drip...

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I'll be waiting here
wading through the seasons 
Seems I can't recall the
      reasons you aren't here with me 

As I watch the trees
turn from gold,   -  to brown,     -  a leaf falls...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with bitter taste, hearts torn.

They heeded not the cries of pain,
Nor smelled the putrid stench of death’s domain,
They bore the scourge...

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