Best Resurgent Poems

A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun would rise
the mist would lift 
consoling one in darkness

Rising up where wildflowers past have fallen
victim to soil fallow and shallow
your...

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As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass....

Now drips from the ambient forest of green

Showers of light reflected, from across the pond

Gazing amid the cabins threshold; these love laced thoughts

A nightingale lingering; singing atop the windows ledge
 
Faraway whispers, from the preludings winds of time....

Ushering these...

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'Theatre Of The Absurd'
Catoptric Corridors of Time


Oh how the wounded waverly wander away from their hermitic heart
Only to meticulously maunder thru cumulous clouds that diffuse apart
The deflections of deceptions that build worshipful walls
Seen in Mirrors of errors displaying fathomable fetal falls

The soliciting silences succumbing to...

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To whom does this come,
When joy is co-dependent,
The comfort of a promised one,
Resurgent and resplendent.

The uncontested dignity,
That resonates in full,
Reflects a morning glory,
In the dawning of a soul.

The promise made of pure intent,
Is born of mortal passion,
And yet, it whispers kindly,
In the portal of compassion.

Gifting...

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The Virgin and Child

Matrix of allusions.Its intersections
dipped in the beckoning depths of  chaste dark 
to grow limbs like any other. To mark
a departure into a great mission.
Life  dipped in a suave and rare medium
of strokes and streaks . Who would not sense
in the...

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Nestled in verdant woods on a hilly terrain,
The sequestered chapel stood, tranquil was the place
With a calm drowning the hubbub around
With blooming plants adorning the encircling space

Gently moved to that well protected chapel
Tip toeing through the arch entrance
Entered and knelt down before the holy altar
The...

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The scars have faded
The opaque mask I wore melts away
It took a lifetime to get here
At a crossroads in my life
So many people I've known
So many people who slowly disappeared
Like breath on a frozen day
I'm ready to show the world
That I'm ready to carry on
Yeah,...

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On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.

On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!

Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian...

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Caught in the clutches of darkness, we quail
Seeing it shrouding our spirits, we wail
Assailed by afflictions and tribulations severe
Our life is devoid of all peace and cheer

Oh Living Light! Penetrate through this darkness
Let your beams cut through this dankness
Till every murky corner is warm and...

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O Haiti, Haiti O how dark the clouds
That flock your sky like screaming birds
For victuals, how pensive the crowds
That mourn your history of frail shepherds
That could not keep Tousaint's dream
From crumbling like spectra in a stream
O Haiti, Haiti O
My heart goes to you, and I...

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You just missed it, it went past your soul, it stopped to say hello, was just a faint whisper delivered on the breeze, it was only for your delectation to consume as you please. Let me explain what you missed, a fleeting glimpse of a...

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Sebastian 
Writer of romance
Oh how the women swoon
Opening wide to their lovers
Children named in his honor
Strong men beg for but a few of his words
They wish to be carried to bliss in their lovers arms

The full Moon
Sebastians single muse
All other times devoid of inspiration
No power...

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I finally came home.
I did not win fully free, not yet;
but the lights by which I roam
are closer to where my roots are set.

Before leaving, I had to say farewell
to those there who kept me strong.
When cruel circumstances upon me fell,
they're the reason I strayed...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting commend

able faculties of body, mind, and spirit (tracing a long
jagged...

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CHRONICLES OF OUR NATIONS SURMOUNTABLE PALAVA

Our currency mirrors my area
and the state of our beloved Nigeria; 
Worthless. Hopeless but a resurgent oneness.
The government parastatals are clueless,
But it's still our nation, more or less.

Despite holding so much promises 
and natural resources, 

our government offices
are managed by...

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