Best Relic Poems

It looked like a bleached tongue
pulled from a mouth,
petrified and incapable 
now of letting a word slide over
its calcified silence.
I picked it out of the wet sand
and held it in my hand. 
It had little weight, smooth
on one side and pitted
on the other. A cuttlefish...

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Why it's the Flag ? while im here, i believe
Not the people, because of all the thieves
Yes, there are those who have stolen away
The real people from our peaceful ways
Who decides? when serenity fails?
I once thought it was the militaries' detail
But from what I see...

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A pristine, hidden stone
Lying in a crevice all it's own
No coroding wind, human hand to bemoan
Virgin beauty to a pilfering world unshown

Steely mason's hand o'er rocky divide did skim
Extracting rocks at a sculptor's whim
Purloined quarry removed with shearing shade, shoring shim
Forthwith, bartered nature; bridled pilgrim

In...

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An old wooden shack,
Hidden in the hills of home;
Remnants of the past....

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It sits, unwavering, on my desk
  a relic from a by-gone era
Lowest of low tech
  its on/off chain unobtrusive

Classic lines, bronze weight
  solid as King Arthur's fortress
My initials traced in its dust
  Lights up my nights
    ~ Lets...

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Her favorite dress hangs, gathering dust;
yet, in my mind, I see her wearing it.
My tinder-heart is set afire by love's
inextinguishable, eternal flame.

She lingers in the shadows of the night;
and oft visits me in my tear-filled dreams.
We once faced life's obstacles together;
before she died, I was...

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Where are you hiding?
My sweet ageless malice
 Seasonal in your incarnating
From deep within mothers chalice

You who came drinking dry
Mamas love, patience and hope
Keeping long vigils sighing into dark sky
At dawns cock crow our joy elopes

You bore the tale of myriad scars
Our offering of ash, yams,...

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I come to you,
hands surrendered, open,
full of heavy wounds.

Oh the drips of precious life,
those you gather in your breath,

to nurse your blackened heart.


I say you are a civil servant,
You think I mean saviour.
Whatever you are,
it is a gateway,
a tightrope.
You cross unknown voids,
  air does...

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“As long as it stands with four walls and a door, a church will remain a refuge”

		   Treasured Relic 

I stroll upon the sandy path along the ocean side
And come upon a little church, well worn by time and tide.

Walking up the wooden...

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when once my clay hands began to harden
 under the potters wheeled sun 
 i turned to reach for my shadow 
 but found only a basket of dried
 yesterdays and tomorrows.

 when once my clay feet began to harden 
 through quarries of stone...

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In the expanse of my fervent sky
I let my enraptured heart’s songbird soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze,
bringing your fragrance to me 
through the spectrum of spring.

The sunburst dawn splashed 
the sequins of ethereal ecstasy,
designing for me the lattice of euphoria 
in the domain...

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The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame. 
Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame. 
I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence. 
At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us.

Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble. 
I was interested in the brilliant...

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Used car manager 
A Relic
He reckons one of his trucks 
That he can sell it 
Covered in dirt a soiled City 
A dirt soiled construction workers
Working for the community 
Hey to 
a relic 
An urban Metro politician 
Trying to change the condition 
finally he cares...

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a fragment of before
prehistory rhetorical relic
some long ago thought
where imagination blooms
as reality withers
not quite dead

our dreams
become fermentations 
something to sip
when it is time to believe 
to have passion
in a worthwhile cause
but what do we know 
beyond today’s wishes
and tomorrow’s intentions

the future is a horizon
we have...

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I feel like an antiquity
some relic from the past

crumbling at the edges
eroded over time

aging has arrived
There are fissures in my proud steel plated armor

once invincible
reality is bringing with it a heavy blow

it creeps upon you
like a stealth thief in the night

now you berate yourself
for being...

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