Best Resoundingly Poems

Hillsides are aflame with orange, yellow, and red
Mother Nature has painted an exquisite landscape
During this cool season, I most resoundingly dread
Hillsides are aflame with orange, yellow, and red,
The neighbors are going to see the colors, they said.
They are getting away for their autumn escape,
Hillsides are...

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Destroy thine own brother in abject apathy
taking up arms 'midst conquering expectancy,
invoking howls of contemptible thunder 
neath skies' transparency beyond trepidation,
battles' plundering captures naught of stability 
nor intervention from otherworldly gods
predisposed towards earthly universal unity, 
persecuting soil's divinity neath aggregate exploits
incalculable hunger upon grounds' domination,
tears...

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KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES 

These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have minded becoming deceased

They had big cars, big bucks and big...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish pet
aye be earnest asper assessment, 
but some getting ready and...

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Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
   sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)...

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I stand erect with outstretched hand
 Representing liberty,  for many,  a foreign land
 My fire dances an incessant jubilant glow
 Pungent salts mixed with glassy sand
 Linger on my tasting lips whilst serenading patina ed Ears
 I Separate tyranny from average men's fears

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POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs. 


Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility…
Gaza may be small, but their angels are all over and as far as the eye can see..
 
Saying Herod, Nimrod, and Pharoah are...

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Rain  diary  -part 1                          By       S.Jagath simhan Nair

1.   Fresh from...

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Every step forward brings an 
energised momentum. Leading
me toward a portal which leads
me to the Styx ferryman

I am confronted with this resoundingly
unique shape, the emblem of its industry.
His coffin puts out its tentacle seeking my
name

Past aisles filled with '***-ash' Lils and lipstick
smothered whore's, I walk...

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What to do,
how respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
in someone else's home
or community
or economy?

OK, good question,
I hope,
yet with ample precedent
in polycultural battles to attain harmonious balance
where we have become monopolistically lost.

What do you do,
how respond,
to monocultural stimuli
advancing in your own heart,
across your backyard?
When illness stalks you,
declares you alien...

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Poetry is the air I breathe,
  lifeblood trickling 'tween
    luscious marrow in my bones,
existentially rooted crux reflecting  
Amen's utterances & hallelujah certainties
    'round reality's technical formalities
   foreshadowing furthermost prevalence 
     ...

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I Do Not Know The Secret...,
Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...

Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
a nondescript member of
*****sapiens village people tribe
metaphorical spear in hand ready

to unbridal strong arm as vibe
resoundingly resonates, sans
(crackles, snaps, and pops)
optimal instant to expunge bribe
bing fountainhead of creativity
oft...

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The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen 
born at Monmouth Medical Center 
in Long Branch, New Jersey, 
on September 23, 1949. 

His nationalities include hodgepodge 
of Dutch, Irish, and Italian descent. 

He grew up Catholic in Freehold, New Jersey.

I...

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Choral voices housed in clay, clapped
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Freed from within the frame thus trapped
Hear their harmony, earthen cry.

Refined or raucous, righteous, sound
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Make the air vibrate all around
Joyous the Word our voices try.

Fire to...

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The muse inspires her inmost poet:
when moved by divine breath she composes
sonnets of three quatrains and one couplet
with such grace that we send her red roses.
Iambic lines by fourteen, five beats per line
she strings together like beads on a cord
forming verses so resoundingly fine
that we...

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