Best Refocused Poems

She is always right and he is never wrong,
Neither willing to concede and the anger rolls right along.
Finding each others faults as they fuel this awful flame,
Both claiming victory when neither will accept the blame.

With clinched jaws and fingers pointing,
Their words so damning, so hurtful,...

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Ross still rides his Harley, if the weather's good.
Can't get away much, like he used to.
Thursday morning breakfast with the airplane guys,
Talking farm prices;
what the dog's been doing.
He can't stay long; she can't be alone.
"She's been fading lately.
Sixty years together and she doesn't know
who I...

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and so as leaves
fleeing Fall’s frailty
they scatter on the wind

poems
blowing blindly
down silent streets

words
shouting
in moonless darkness

thoughts
blinking
in refocused rant

metaphors
meandering
through melancholy

alliteration
arguing against
ages angst

keyboards
mocking the scratching
of pens

fingers
reaching out
caressing words

baiting
a trap
for idle eyes

warming
the tea
of time.


John G. Lawless
©3/25/2018...

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Vow I take, triumph I foresee
Verbal promise, clear-cut, precise 
Volition has my guarantee
Values changed, new contempt for vice
Virtue's purpose is verified 
Vision refocused, clarified
Vacillation is absentee

written:  June 4, 2018
Joseph May's contest Pleiades Poetry...

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A star, so proudly shining in the sky
Bringing out energy into our souls
Shining brilliantly just like some hot coals
One day it breaks free, seeming to imply
Its power is refocused, with a sigh
Across the heavens the star streaks, its goals
Is to reach the water beyond the...

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She holds his hand
In support she takes his stand
She holds his fears
Inside her tears
When she cries for her man
Who inhabits a spiritual land.

She winces at his pain
When flesh and blood fail him
Again and again
And the critical arctic blasts
That bring a coldness in his soul
Try to...

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He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting...

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I moved away after high school at the age of 17. 
I returned to visit several times and actually, after 7
years, returned with my newly formed family for a 4-year stay.

Moreover, I now feel bad about the fact that I moved 2000
miles away and for...

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From transition from the girl that I was, 
to the woman I am is not without loss. 
My face that drew comments of how pretty I was faded from view which is a pity because, the swelling of breasts not previously there refocused your gaze...

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The heart skips, losing once
to many more then she adored
holding fast to who she loves
a supple and a gurgle she does make
falling away by the side,
she walks away as the morning breaks
healing dreams she once believed
never being a flawless being
her dying scream she doth make
a...

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I see, but I am blind
I hear, but I am deaf
I taste, but all is bland
I touch, but I do not feel
I smell, but the scent is elusive

Our senses conforming to the world
Influenced and molded by that deceptive designer
So skillful and crafty in guiding us...

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Perched upon a behemoth
A mountain, a companion to a lonely god
Perched is a man
Scanning the Mother
He eyes the ground
As a hawk would spot his prey
He made that world his captivating obsession
There skittered people of a world
Almost too perfect for him
He saw the land change with...

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You know what you want, get it. Make sure it responds to your needs - remote-control it, sub-routine it and on-demand it - wring it out.

But once you have it - something changes, doesn’t it? It loses some luster - it isn’t PERFECT, damn it....

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In Conversation with a Man

When you lean in so your voice will be heard
If a man’s in the crowd he won’t hear a word
His mind and his eyes will be focused elsewhere
To the buttons or neck of the blouse that you wear
If you raise your...

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The cold air seemed to help clear his head but the lullaby was persistent and 
he could not get it out of his mind.  He walked for just a few moments
before passing the the entrance to the stable.  He thought about
going in and...

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