Best Regions Poems

The moon shimmied up her pole in the sky
   Winking at me with her crescent eye
The stars danced in time to a silent...

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As legend has it, there lived Bai Balkhash, a rich man
In the North regions of the then Soviet Kazakhstan
Had a beautiful daughter Ili who was...

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Yes I can still see her...

through rose colored glasses,

imagined!

In fact,

She is gorgeous.

I remember saying...

or at least thinking out loud

...You take my breath away,

She was a...

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he's dancing 
he swayze her in his arms

it's a movie

an old movie

he is happy
a very unique joy
doing what he adores
a love like parents feel for...

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Arise! Oh Heart, from the catacombs of the dead
Shake off the dust, for Life beckons you like a buddy
Peel off the weariness that wraps you...

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When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran,
my shyness showed,
yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly
spoke the words, "The war never...

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INTERCEPTION

Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black

Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was...

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...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
        by C.S. Lewis


Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust...

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My mind is burning, blazing, turning
With doubts and irrational drivels
My heart is livid and hardened
For it freezes in the potentials of disappointment
Of failure, downfall, and...

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O’ Jealousy

SORRY FOR THE BROKEN
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COMMA.



O’ Jealousy how
wonderful You are,
You sow the seeds of
hatred,
So deep,
Often even,
In an innocent
heart,
That friendship,
love and sympathy,...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”

In the garden 
that afternoon 
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their 
irises dazzling 
in the late...

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Would you crusade to remote regions
in search of that timeless tomb, the one made of seasalt & sandstone,
to towns tempered by the terror of war,...

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I believe that long ago, the universe’s most artistic landscaper mixed woodlands with tropics, mountains with heaths, and streams with waterfalls that were next blended...

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