Best Rescinds Poems

I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and rough;
Upon which stands...
Crumbled stone walls
With an exposed slate roof in
Some state of disrepair,
And a rounded brough
Complete with smooth, 
Well trodden...

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"Ransom"




Held to ransom 
words inject your mind
pierce your skin
drawn backwards 
you transcend, 
you look within
a bloodied mind
the numbness melts
inconsequential ignobles
and dreary misfortune
a polar ice cap 
lying cold on stony heart
rescinds


Blue blood bleeds Red
Mystery Girl
Implodes your heart 
Reconnaissance transforms
on a dead even plateau
transfigures a
bipedal 
head
becomes
eight legs
Tarantula...

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The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping 
in tepid pools of waning light
where soon the moon will find her sleeping

above a field of wild blooms 
where evening shade is gently seeping
into the brush where sunset looms
beyond the reach of shadows...

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I wonder where earth joins the sky,
then hear the thunder's battle cry,
and ponder how the day rescinds,
with words that rattle with the wind

A rumbled sound from clouds tinged gray,
as treetops tremble, bend and sway
A raindrop tumbles to the ground
I wander back to shelter found 




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The dove flies by with olive branch  extended
Showing the world that peace is not but a whim
to search your conscience is recommended

The leaders of men listen to your heart, affected
by the power that wars can bring, look for when
the dove flies by with olive...

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Midday light unfolds a shawl
How strange that it can numb the cold
Sun skirts the brow of peak and mound
where white on white can blind the eye
and seize the moment for awhile

Sweat trickles from his forehead,
He pauses now, to take a breath
He'll hesitate to scar the...

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(SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE 1917)

It’s just another starry night
all is at peace before the storm,
Yet so afraid am I, of the impending summer’s day 
now the shadows begin to form.

Many silhouettes create memories
those in childhood verdant pastures aspire,
yet amongst this valley of planted souls
gives one many...

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I hear your tender words of love 
      that echo in the winds, 
   and float on wings of turtle dove
         as loneliness rescinds.

Your words so gently hold my heart
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When time echoes the promise of a rambling soul, one who knows that the past never can be left, because it is there that solace leaves its caress, its breath ever rising in the presence of sorrow’s tangled web ~ quote by poet


She waits in...

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When walking through a graveyard in among the many stones;
I’m told beneath the path I tread, lies rotting flesh and bone.

But I refuse to dwell upon what death and time have done:
Instead I choose to speak out loud, "To me your still someone".

Then I might...

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Brilliant trails of light
Across a darkened sky
Fireworks in slow motion
A cosmic fourth of July

Scattered bursts of rubble
A dandelion in the wind
Extinguished in moments
Flash of light rescinds

Now I make a wish
As clouds obstruct my view
Will I get good fortune
Or only deja vu...

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Lone Wolf”   Written by John Moses Freeman

A lone wolf far from the pack of his concern, entertains by flute in hopes of an appearance from Great White Father. Many moon have passed and no sacred white buffalo have been seen or heard of...

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A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray   
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above...

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How small I have become
to linger too long in territory 
I can not withstand 

Tiny whispers spread 
like an eagle's fan 
across mounting skies that ignite  
beckon calls to retreat
to more familiar land

I've crossed these roads 
All too familiar now 
but willfully still
To step...

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The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.

My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffeted by green field sentimentality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.

Exciting the throng, leather football winds.
Gruff padded...

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