Best Relaying Poems

Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of 
reabsorption,

And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry...

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"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or so I deem 
you somewhat sometimes seem,
less than me, you ardent followers
scholars, world leaders, 
all manner of dignitaries and 
my...

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It was a cold, rainy September day
Dark clouds rolled above Redemption Bay
And the mist hovered over the old ragged dock
As a young man emerged from behind tall rocks

Each step he took delivered excruciating pain
Leaving him breathless, shivering in pouring rain
Sleep came creeping slowly, scaling his...

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Oh! The generous buoyant breeze
You help the earth revolve with ease

Beaming the news of a flower that unfurls
And to outreach bees, insects and flies
Here and there, you just twirl, curl and whirl 

Fetching facts of water levels of lakes
Traveling miles and crossing continents
You spread data...

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This night of misery my essence rapidly descending
Tears like summer rain cascading
O for this dark wintry night prolong
Breaking heart aches so forlorn

Circumstance, distance always impeding 
In silence apprehensive heart conceding 
Devoid of sustenance waiting in anguish
Quiescent alone in sorrow I languish

As posts interweave deferring
Father Time...

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Becoming the prey 
I’m melting away like a 5 foot wick
To show a skeleton of who was once the author
Now the pencil tips break and the pens ink tends to escape 
My eyelids worked overtime as hazard lights, 
Trying to communicate 
That I'm still held...

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In the green countryside of Wales,
A castle sits, dark and decaying,
It holds many ghostly tales,
That the locals keep relaying.

Surrounded by majestic, rolling hillsides,
Covered by a gray, misty shroud,
And cliffs high above the blue sea tides,
Where voices still ring out loud.

What was once a beautiful garden,
Where...

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I saw a look of hurt so primordial, the dust teared and cleared
Every wrinkle, every agony,
Every twinkle in his eye hopelessly wrought by words
He struggled with a bag of old books,
His white hair scraggly, his breathing heavy

I, with sorrow wrenching from my soul,
Sought his own,...

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Sacred Heart


The uphill spring of this morning's events
Has washed me clean of all common pretense
Swept up in the rush and I once more...  
Into a world of punches, go bruised and sore

Suffer fools sadly, with my savoir-faire
Leave the table hungry, why should I care...

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The next event to be held for Joulupukki was the coronation, which followed closely behind his parent's burial.  He was very wary of what he would say at this event. Virtually every elf on the island was present.  It was the most joyous...

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He was one of those, you know, one who doesn't believe
That is the life he chose, so easy for the world to deceive
An atheist pure and through denying God's Glory everyday
A conclusion he drew without ever once seeking His Way

Well he got sick as next...

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Of course, as soon as a new poetry contest was posted I had to immediately enter.  In this 
contest, you had to email the sponsor to get your own, unique theme.  

Off went my email; back came her reply: “Write a poem about...

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“Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
Because it feels so good when I stop”


Searching fulfillment in each written sentence
On route to becoming a great moral being
Voids of feeling should start with repentance
Relaying the outcomes to all that I’ve seen
I stumble and rise as...

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16.12.2015 Part 1

Dealing with lost feelings that need constant healing, 
Expressing these words I hold dear in this piece I’m writing,
So enticing and inviting, with an open mind I accept,
Because I’m sick of this life I have unwarily slept,
All these concepts, I let in and...

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It’s all the little things noticed or found
Introspect details about human flaws
Draped over sparse and electronic sound
Speaking specifics on love’s small faux pas
 
Lingering decay to crush broken hearts
That thud to machine-made, synthesized beats
On a low-end keyboard and salvaged parts
Locked into sad loops and doomed...

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