Best Robes Poems

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As if within a dream she seemed, while gently fanning her transparent lovely wings ~

Trimmed in silver and golds glitterings with perfect eyes, like diamonds set aglow 

About crystal waters; her enchanting voice rising within euphorias mesmerizing melody  

Anointing my Spirit as I serenely...

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Your Master’s righteous cloak is not
a bold retreat from evil’s plot.
In peaceful times and in discord,
You shall know that I am the Lord.

In busyness or when you’re bored,
in argument or in accord,
in health or in a hospice ward --
You shall know that I am the...

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lonely soul 
retrieve this ache
and rid it from me by those in veil
their wet and precious
naked rose
ive caught truths in my throat
to offer the takers silent meat
upon my bones
and flesh
they feast  - in robes stained dark from thirst and hunger
while blackness streams upon my...

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Let us bath in the spirit;
Let us splash within ourselves;
Flowing waters flow;
Drenching all sons and daughters
Naked we came into the world
While at death we just rest
And in the awakening we’re wearing purple and golden robes


2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Pizzoulini--

Unraveling  dreams, she spreads her wings
Child of earth leaves her peaceful bowers
Hailed by the golden rays of sun
Kissed by the morning air
That scatters o'er her vestal robes
Rich tints of beauty rare.



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The Many Colored Robes He Wore

The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.

In faith, uttered he words soothing fears
And sweet wondrous words from his heart.
Tending masses- holding back...

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He strokes my voluptuous contour delicately
As  bold petals  crown this auburn hair, 
Enticing a heady  desire to roam
Through a woodland's  flamboyant trails:
And the artist pours  dotted hues
From  my four  seasons,
Imbuing a  rebellious womanly grit
Upon layered coatings to...

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Hypocrital as this may seem, amid no way shape or form do we
Condone sin and quite aware, of the devestating impact these sorrows 
May impart upon another's life: dead zone mirrors waging war with themselves
Trench coat conspiracy revolving while raping, their childrens minds ? Poetic...

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defrocked cardinals
driven from the hallowed apse
heresy of owls


John G. Lawless
©7/26/2018...

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Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom

In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.

In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet...

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Preaching repentance in his flowing robes
    Abstinence from that which stains the soul

  The ascetic slumped forward, face downcast
    Neglecting his body, he'd breathed his last...

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Scarlet robes on Abony street, 
reciting untold stories of nights without cause
As the queens of the night go about their business  
Giving their now distasteful pleasure to wondering strangers.

Their loud chatter fills the streets 
Denying the night of its rightful duty, 
They sway from...

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amid silent bells
craven cacophony
Poe-less ravens

John G. Lawless
©7/25/2018...

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One skinny shaking finger
digs into the lock, hoping
to find an easy entrance.
The door swings open and
long black robes flow
into the great room.
The sudden chill causes the
wife to awaken and check
the windows and doors.
Sliding through the doorway,
the robes cover her
husband, blocking all
light, and life.  Nothing
found,...

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The Garnet of Togetherness
                               
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