Best Residue Poems

"Black Ice"

Sorrow flows from the first sunrise 
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before 
At core death awaits
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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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Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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’Tween hither and thither we wended our way
skipping, dancing through sand dunes, in seascape croquet.
While woven in waves watching dolphins at play
I first tasted her...

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Melancholia strikes like a bolt of lightening..
A heart surrounded by gloom..
Overcast skies filled with darkness..

Wind whispers softly..
A musical expression..
Whispers of comfort..

A stream of tears falling..
A...

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Continued from Part 2
Ah Consuela! I’m watching as lightning at midnight in green Spanish eyes
kindles cracks within crystals like flashes from pistols
                 residing inside of...

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With Youth.....

Watch this girl...
she has her eyes
on a rising dandelion
sprouted in high grass,
a pensive girl, 
weaving her way through the fields,
looking past weeds to her...

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TRUE ...

You know not those dark
Places, mine, the dull, black
Chasms that hold a mind
When it's bare - stark and

Keen and cold ... when it's
Left with...

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       ~ the sad sea greets me, ebb and flow ~

why do I fancy heartache so?
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(Innuendo -- Pigs)

All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----

A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake...

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And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.

Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.

Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.

So they can welcome...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through
The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections
Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting...

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Why are you here?

Your familiar skin,
Radiating miscellaneous emptiness

Trembling wanton security
Filled with finite smiles
Infinite complexities

Why should we indulge you again?

A rejected buffet of frozen tenderness,
Aching for...

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