Best Restrung Poems

A strand of pearls not tied with knots;
we’re held together — just a thread.
At times like sticky spider silk 
and other times a shred of string 
that aches and breaks and throws our pearls across the floor.

The clatter  scatter  marble-mess
of all the dirt...

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The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I’d cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate

Yet now in a manic marvelous state
Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high
My heart’s core renewed can soar to the sky
How...

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A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort


The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I'd cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate

Yet now in a manic marvelous state
Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high
My heart's core renewed, can...

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"The Dreams of Bedes" 

Jewels they found 
dripping like diamonds
from the overflowing viaducts 

scattered on the ground
at the feet of disbelief
barely seen 

shod lost and disobedient
counting the cost for 
unwanted inconvenience

those bridges burn now like
scarlet rubies blood read
the swords dipping

like dancers tango 
tripping machiavellian 
tomes...

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Little Cupid back to Olympus flies
His arrows to replenish he needs new supplies
His bow restrung his darts have flung
For Cupid love is never done
Come Spring new and green
And at every person Cupid's arrows fling
With tips of gold for passionate desire
With tips of lead to put...

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Never a wonder to whom we belong’d.
In days of yore, side by side did we run,
Our hearts ever strumming the constant song,
Always together through the snow and sun.

To gilded destinies, away we flew.
A shining horizon, a subtle trap.
Wings beat onward into the Icy Blue.
The distance...

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My Love, although we were so very young
And happy as two children in their play,
Our voices blended in the songs we sung.

Our eyes had sought each other out among
The many varied flavors of the day,
My Love, although we were so very young.

The spring-times of our...

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Covid-19, the crisis at the border, 
All moving us forward to the New World Order.
Israels fighting, our realities shook- 
but its all explained in our precious good book. 
Its covered up, no truth- they don't dare come clean. 
" You will be alright it you...

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 Forever

A child's forever
Limited by experience
Restrung like pearls...


Hoping my- forever
Ends with my quiet breath
And dies in the wind....

Cruel beyond measure
To find that infinite place
Still longing for you...

I cannot love you forever...

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when spring has sprung you will be there,
summers coming sure,
the perfume smell is in the air,
nothing's nicer more,
nature restrung...

thank you Sara Kendrik...

Don...

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In increments of times unsung,
pure truth belittling, or restrung,
I string my passive rights, succumb
before my eyes - thus wanting's strum -

Is justice - and the world's dull hum
is sleeping, like a broken drum.
There in my heart - still beats upcome,
thee mine - thee mine, thee...

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In increments of times unsung,
pure truth, belittling or restrung. 
I string my passive rights, succumb
before my eyes - thus wanting's strum -

Is justice - and the world's dull hum
is sleeping, like a broken drum.
There in my heart - still beats up come,
thee mine, thee mine...

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The wind chime that he restrung
and hung up on the center beam, 
chimes lightly in the forced-air of the furnace,
while the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock
repeats itself every second dusk to dawn,
like the shadow of a heartbeat....

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Everything 
points to something
the many to the one

Everyone 
liege to someone
with fealty’s bow restrung

Everywhere
started somewhere
whose map undrawn curates

Every song
birthed in silence
—where voices incubate

(The New Room: September, 2023)...

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Tasting like music
each word marches on
Out of the vacuum
flavored in song
The future parades
on both sides of the bridge
The band denied entry
so close to the edge

The toll taker muted
arms point to the sky
Pedestrians hover
and wait to get by
Guide wires of silence
restrung play adieu
When the drum major...

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