Best Residues Poems

Yet My Mind Holds Invincible Summer Hues

Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit...

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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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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the...

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The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe

   Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse,
  ...

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the ether is alive with oscillations
          pulsations and electric frequencies
      ...

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I am patently smitten 
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient...

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Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.

Do you recall that northern wind? 
It came at first so...

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Beside the old chapel of Berhampur
A shadow of man 
Residual on the lonely roads,
Always walked in circles
After 3’o clock at night.
One crossing to another,
He moved...

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Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile Guilt and Rage 
plot her demise,...

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Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me...

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Mornings fade into evenings, evenings slip into nights.
Day colors spill from their pails, then seep into
valleys, wind caves and shale.

The Painted Desert bleeds into a...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without...

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A sodden dreg with wooden leg is dancing for a dime,

to sacred psalms and other balms, all ticking with the time.

He’s 22, he’s almost through,...

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The Monk of Mock has fled the flock caught knocking up a tween.
     (She brought to light the special rite he...

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging...

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