Best Repaired Poems

POTW 12th May 2019

Thank you for visiting my third Visual Video Poem, more or less a continuation of my previous poem – ‘The Dreamer’
(I invite...

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How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared 
And embracing her allure...

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Broken Nevermore 

Out along a sunrise stroll, a garden’s early view,
I find the most enchanting scene of vibrant colored hue.
When there upon the walking stones...

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Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul

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In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his...

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You have forgotten the times that were tender
You have hidden the wounds that cut deep;
Sweet dreams of the past fade when the splendor
Dims in the...

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I attended a large gathering and took some time
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, and...

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My man was old and battered and was destined for the scrap heap
He’d failed his annual MOT as his many defects ran far too deep
His...

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Heaven only knows where I've been
Only they know what's tearing me down
But Heaven's watching me, watching me
God on his throne with his eternal crown
He only...

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The little imp bawled lustily
as it lay in its perambulator
there by the water fountain
in a secluded garden
right in the middle of a concrete jungle,
disturbing my...

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I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and...

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On a cobblestone street,
cracked and ill-repaired, 
I rifle antique shops 
  for a jeweled music box 
     to cradle my...

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I did not learn to drive until my twenties.
My two poor kids I hauled inside a wagon!
That wagon creaked when filled with groceries!
Fed up, I...

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The old upright piano sits flush against the wall,
has been hushed into silence, out on the sun porch 
Ignored, neglected, but standing erect 
I can...

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*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of...

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Seafarer sat by the turbulent sea
Watching the offing and watching the waves;
Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea
Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;

Photographs...

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