Best Released Poems

"The Blues Released"



Black velvet 
sits between 
what is read 
yet unseen
crushing sullen passion
across ripe crimson lips
holding tight those
dancing fingers 
seduced
gliding across 
the Player’s 
pristine alabaster 
piano keys

burning 
the bluest blue 

release

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





"Black Velvet" / Alannah Myles
https://youtu.be/ZHHEmd5mECY





“Pianos, unlike people, 
sing when you give them 
your...

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There is a story that needs to be told
A grown-up child now holds the secret in
The raw emotion trapped releases bold
Dreams that haunt in midnight's tangled den  

Way back he was idolized, her anger blocked
Pushed down on the spot but arose at night
Where demons...

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The Hounds of Hell Released

Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings,
and the Age of Angels and Light was undone.
A black mantle of terror and darkness descended,
as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out 
war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.

10-31-2015

Contest:     ...

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My sweetest cravings, fledglings in a nest,
were held up high; into the air released
by eager hands of mine.  A world to test
was mine before youth’s wishing time had ceased.

The birds who have come back to visit me
are well-remembered dreams that have come true.
The pleasant...

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The soft music plays
Lifting my spirit so high
Everything is lighter
I dance in the air
I am released to be free
As if the wind let me go
Moving with the notes
Of a song merging with life
I am at peace while I float
Nothing can reach me
In a song where...

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so you go up to the thick armoured glass
and give up the next hour to questions 
which wind around your throat like a 
moat 

"are you or have you ever been", and your 
pants,twin towers of Babel,keep you standing
like the towers that demolished hope
for so...

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I languish on a sea of untamed thoughts
I am powerless to reign 
The tempest within
Some say there are no new stories
But this way I have not been,
So my story keens
As an infant borne
In the bowels of a ship
Seeking stormy release, fearing the deep
Knowing not what...

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The August Sage recounts, 

For the 17 past lives I have been a Scholar Official, I was neither imperious nor inhumane. I saved the distressed, aided the desperate, succored the orphaned and borne insolence with patience. I labored at all times to forward the public...

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In this moment of childhood jeer
gathered forces plunder my ear.
You pull and mock my tattered wear
crafting pain, that my heart could not bear. 
 
Wilted knees and downward face 
hopes of release, I simply can’t erase.
Trotting pace to pass the masses
angst deeply rooted, as you...

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Leaf with broken heart.
Shielding inner self from wind.
Defies gravity...

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Withheld And Released, Love's Greatest Treasures

I-                                    (The Start)

Behold
Resplendent vigor,

Dancing upon...

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12/04/2013

My hearts starting
to unhinge
And it will no
longer cringe
When your soft skin
touches mine
Even though it took
some time
To begin a new found
trust
And have someone
finally touch
Me in a way I don't
freak out
Since that night
left me without
My good safety
anymore
When he kicked down
my front door
And attacked me
without care
I was frozen...

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Wandering down dark streets,
looking for whats the cause for continuos heart beats.
Searching for insubstantial pieces to fill an unneccesary void,
waiting for an answer that doesnt exist,
while unseemingly getting very annoyed.
Felt illiterate when the answer was shown through anothers beliefs,
it's crazy how simple it was this...

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You pull me to the embankment
bits of moss in lichen green
on the verge of something sighing in my breath
In the black and thickness oil
on the raging and the river
you have set me there afloat upon my death
On the moor and on the misting
of a silver...

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On a crisp winter gust of wind he blew in. 
Rousing me to wakefulness as he gently touched my skin

Just out of the blue
As if he knew
My existence had grown dim 
And I needed him

And now at last I could see
The face to the angel...

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