Best Rises Poems

The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets 


Think of life, the cycle of 
How radiation can support life, enough heat to
Ensure a stable self sustaining system.

Something like our RA,  peasants producing
Under this celestial god. He may be dull at times, but
Never far from active.

Rising to...

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Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem

Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning clear 
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart

Beholding rose...

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Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem

Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart

Beholding rose gold sparkles...

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Her hands cold like ice
Release my desire
My passion growing
Burning like a fire

Tearing of fabric
Our bodies exposed
Feeling tingling
As passion explodes

Bodies entangled
Joined in every way
Rising and falling
Two lovers at play

Minutes become hours
Desire becomes quenched
Refreshed exhausted
Bodies fully drenched...

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He rides towards the setting sun
Further and further from his special one
The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat
Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat

He rides through the desert to find the Prince.
Commissioned by the King to bring him home.
All others afraid he...

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From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
 Third poet in my poet dedication series

Part One:
 
Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner, old Master Poe
chained to his cell, held captive by Raven's powers to show
down in that dark realm, where blood,...

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No matter the darkness
and blackness of night
the sun always rises
to shine forth her light

And though there are some
who won't reach the dawn
from our hearts and our minds
they'll never be gone

And forever flowing,
this thing we call life
goes churning and turning
through goodness and strife

Despite gloomy detours
that take...

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No trick or treaters on the street
     they're all in bed now, getting sleep,
Candies piled high upon the floor
     collected from each neighbor's door,
Smoke rises from the pumpkin's grin
     the day's magic still...

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These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it...

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I love to feel the water
As it cascades over my face,
I love to feel you touch me
Through my satin and lace

I'm needing to be engulfed
In the waters falling fast
I'm needing your embrace
Our time will forever last.

I love the tingling feeling
As it sprays across my spine
Setting...

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It's seven A.M., the sun is up, the fields are covered in snow.
I'm 57 years old, and sick, and I ought to know...'
What ravages my body so??
Inflicts me witn such pain?
I have pain meds I don't wish to use,
They can lead to harder stuff,
As far...

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[This poem first appeared in the anthology, "The Soul and the Singer," Young Publications, c. 1968.  It was reprinted in my first poetry chapbook "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]

God rises from that distant hill
And surveys His wonder in silence still
Without...

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When your heart pours forth in vulnerable vacillation
When the feeling in your voice brings fervor to fluctuation…
I am all ears to every word, like a prisoner inspired before becoming a saint,
Like the vision glossed in the artist’s eye just before he lays his brush to...

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Part Two
From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
Third poet in my poet dedication series

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall, as sure as all Poetry knows my name
yes Lord, your...

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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems

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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
(4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems)

When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your...

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