Best Reprints Poems

The cadent curls recede upon the shore,
with fizzle sounds like brushes on a drum,
their once brave tune declined forevermore,
beneath the growing shades of a beach plum.

The shadow fingers stretch along the beach,
to close the eyelids of a sleepy sun,
on the horizon nodding her last speech,	
her...

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Once dreamy, butter-filled suncups,
Shining ‘neath the moonlight.
Past shadows shimmer on pond of
Evening Primrose midnight.

Spineless spirits, angel’s trumpets,
Kept as outliers, aloft.
Once shady blow - paired sleeping rocks
Covered with lamb’s ears, soft.

Dark and lightness ravish garden.
Sweet scent rediscovers
The sway of grass on little path;
Reprints of fresh lovers.

If...

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Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2, 1966: Dear Wignesan,
        
 [...9 lines suppressed] One thing I can I’m...

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She was grace in its purest form. Thinking not and caring not of her 
destination, she soars across the angelic sky on her tiny golden wings. Yet her 
feet never left the cold laminated floor. Any spectator would have mistaken her 
for a seraph the...

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Father's Gone 

Beside the seaside the fisherman's wife, 
her child in hand, walks asking about loss. 
Her father, years gone, left a life of strife. 
They both offer prayers with sign of the cross. 

A serene light graces this seaside day. 
Time seems to still...

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Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief	
  
         Pretty young lady, my how you steal the show 
how many admiring eyes look back at you? 
Perhaps a secret admirer is gazing back you know  
longing to...

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As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I 
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But 
concentration was lost as a little light exudes from the shiny bedside...

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The Swirling Green Storm

Sea foam splattered upon his panicked face 
his boat sank and life was torn asunder. 
He had run away, he was a disgrace; 
the storm worsened with a crack of thunder. 

Each new wave tore at his weakening hold 
yet he recovered,...

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A Painted Gaze

Sitting alone in soft and easy chair 
rustic gaze in artistic, painted scene. 
Yet, gentle beauty leaps from face and hair 
colors speaking, so softly blue and green. 

Were you happiest in your painted gaze 
with gentle look of a young girl so...

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Sweet Child Of Mine

Forbid that sweet child such a long cold view.
Winter delivers weeping deep chills,
upon our careless children right on cue.
Let household joy and warmth provide her thrills!

Nay! Her wants are all bright colors in red
pleasures that intrigues her aspiring mind.
She will not find...

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Two Beach Strolling Sisters Discussing Their Savior

This was his virtue; that with head and heart  
He saw life sanely, from all mist apart, 
and spoke with such assurance as he showed  
our way as straight as an old Roman road.  

This was...

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I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining...

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Mirror mirror made of glass, 
Reflex the details of the past.
Shatter not, less shards be lost,
And with them every single thought.
Blame not yourself, sweet little bird.
The accusations are absurd.
Fire and ice this day will rain,
And cleanse away the weak and sane.
Left are the strong, left...

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Hidden Lake Resting Between Snowy Peaks 

Cold lake in the clouds soothes his weary soul, 
among towering, silent, mountain peaks. 
Life's troubles have taken a heavy toll, 
sadness rasping in his voice when he speaks. 

He conjured better images of calm sound 
on glistening snow-white...

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