Best Refuges Poems

At 
gray fabric offices,
cubicles divide us—
turn us into
refuges
with mock privacy,
as overheard conversations
drip from lips
endlessly smacking.

Sometimes
it seems insanity
squared—
nothingness 
randomly speaking
in tongues
to cubicles
with no one there.

We 
thumb tack
individuality
loosely
to coarse fabrics—
arms stretched out
from wall to wall,
as mouths open
to mirrored
silences 
we never 
scream....

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Pouring out the golden glow
the full moon of Vesak,
trying to melt in the blooming sky...
Given the courtesy of trees & breeze
Even the birds show their clarity
Reminds the glory of a legendary day
happened the birth, the enlightenment 
& the Parinirvana of
the Lord Buddha...
The Vesak full moon...
It...

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What am I, a product of a mad man's obsession to play God?
A cross breed’s creature between medicine and science?
For the whole of my parts taken from convicts, and social rejects,
Sown together by skillful hands of a surgeon, with no feeling heart
For this his ultimate...

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Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them bones, sister voodoo woman,
Black magic's high priestess, cast asunder the...

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Starless night, a fire ahead
upon a wind sheltered hill.
Drizzling rain and steamy breath,
I feel the yearning for you.

Lighted by the flickering shine
you seem to be nameless to me.
But your words, your versant vein
recall the charm of the past.

Like a swallow in fall,
untamed and wild,
you’ve vanished...

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You've stumbled off the righteous path, into the hushed
Wilderness of the unknown, beware for salvation's sake,
Go back nomad; travel not these paths of no return.
But nay this is the domain of the shades, little is
The light, allowed to seep through the thickets, heavily
Forested canopy.
You hear...

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We the people of ‘Poetry Soup’ land,
Stand united, supportive yet very sad,
For we stand for peace love and no hate,
And cannot withstand,
Or understand,
We ask,
Why innocent people have to suffer and die.

God in heaven will one day reply,
We lend you our hearts and often cry,
And together...

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These are the spaces I confide
These are the narrow crevices 
These are the places I reside
These are the secure refuges

Upstairs attics with small windows
The quiet corners where I go
The hidden chambers no one knows
Downstairs cellars through secret doors

There I have my room for dreaming
Room to...

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Ignorant Madness

I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided far on global planet humankind removed from sanity
with ignorance and fighting firing greed destruction vanity

This morning I woke up to...

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The Arab Spring 

Saddam Husain, Mubarak and soon Assad
will go… and we can be jubilant and call it
democracy and freedom. 
But this does not include the Christians,
In Iraq there are hardly any left, in Egypt 
they are under attack and when Assad falls
the Christian Arab...

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Think of the first world war
think of young Princip
his mud floor house 
with stones for walls

Poverty and shame
it was hard to make an existence
it was hard to make a life
the food that they were growing

Went to overseers 
Princip watched his family starve
he fought to overcome
the...

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Opening a new 2019 calendar,
January unveils an Arctic Wildlife Refuge view 
of glaciered mountains
behind a frozen river
surrounded by bedrocks
grey and bleak black
and rusty brown.

The Wilderness Society caption
claims this as our "treasured landscape
that the indigenous Gwich'in people" name,
proclaim?
"Sacred Place Where Life Begins."

Rather than
The same old frigid...

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I always thought I could change
The line in my course's reach,
But whispers still floating on nights
Doom.
I've learned how to recognise
The limits
And to keep my lips sealed
With stamps cerous,
When Silence wishes to comfront
The echo of my screams.
Yet, I never knew how
To stay still above the sky's...

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Everything was easy and the good guy was me
Chasing bad guys through the cobbled streets of Galilee
The wine was sweet joy, the mad loving intense
Lead bullets were flying, lives lost makes no sense
I’m a man of action with a mission as you will see
I then...

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Look at the bible
it was written as a rock thrown to the future
in case history repeated itself
and there was yet another religious war

here it is
in our presence
bullets and bombs
and enemies who have no reason to hate

send someone in there with a plan to slide
some signs
to...

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