Best Reflector Poems

GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING...

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Governess of endless flowing tides
Ancient Orb that mystifies

Dusty ochre, bright hot white
Cycling and glowing with borrowed light
Cratered desolate dusty reflector,
Yet invoking your own haunting specter

Revealing...

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RAINMAN

What is art? Is a question, focus of much conjecture
And may be the subject of many an academic lecture
“If you has to ask, you ain’t...

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The desire to serve
Noble yet ego present
For feel good factor

Love is compassion
A truth we do not deny
If intent be pure

Purity is void
Presence identityless 
A humble...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 2"

Rush...
the sound of the wind 
licks her ears, bites her neck, stings her lips
the...

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I look in the mirror
but who do I see?
Before, I assumed
I was looking at me.
But over the years
certain changes took place
And now, when I look,
I...

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Pride is a motivator,  a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all...

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To whom kicks llamas
Action reflector reply
Sticky face ingrate...

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Her name was Lisa and she was a blonde-haired girl, but her friends called her Starry because she was so into astronomy! She built her...

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Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder.  He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter,...

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A man is a feeling of wanting to go home to
A real reflection of neighbour wood by actions
A free spirit to share life and never...

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Deep inside my head enclosed in the deepest center core of my brain
     is a file so full and over feed...

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Day and night the smell of  hope
Day the free walking spirit yet night the sad incentive secret of sleeping
Night the wondering of evil yet...

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Her name was Lisa and she was a blonde-haired girl, but her friends called her Starry because she was so into astronomy!  She built...

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Who are you





A fragrant breeze
to be felt close,
The sweetest red rose
cuddling its origin,
Kindest of heart
that has a healing touch,
Reflector to sunshine 
and nurture positive mind,

All...

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