Best Remaining Poems

Wake up every morning, 
Knowing it will be the same;
Feel an endless longing, 
Inside a rage that can't be tamed.
Haunted in my thinking, 
I let...

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I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

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So young, I was, and so naive
There was no doubt, I did believe
this babe who's latched inside my womb
with ties we had,... would always be

Latched...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

     ...

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A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
 
Where were you when she disappeared?
Is the moment caught in your mind?
Were you nervous as the day...

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I hope you would still remember me as we were,

every time you see pristine 

passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.

When clouds smear our unspoken love...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the...

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FOR HUBBY!
Always remember
To never say that she must ask your mom
For a recipe, that’s disastrous!
Always remember
To laugh at yourself and with her,
Never, at her.
Always remember
That...

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Speak now for the sea, ancient bard that guides me.
Be the voice of its wisdom, washing away my tears.
Raise me and lower me, like an...

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With the onset of advancing age, so I find,        
A man grows weary of all mundane talk; ...

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Exactly 19 years to the day, November 17th 2000, I wrote this poem for my Future Husband, Elias Proxenos.
We were sweethearts from our early twenties,...

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Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore
Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind,
Like the torn pages of a book thrown...

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Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the...

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