Best Rush(A) Poems

As autumn begins her slow journey
leaving brilliant colors in her wake,
        I think of you.
It was a crisp day in autumn that I was
first drawn to your smile, do you remember?
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HAT POWER

My Hat is a rush a power to my head
wear a hat every day or as often as you are lead
hat love and hat passion I must spread
ladies without your hat, your entire look
is in shreds.  

Please take note, this is not a...

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I'm very happy I found this site,
PoetrySoup.com is a lot of fun,
I spend so much time on the computer now
I have time for no other one...

It's a rush, a blast, a challenge...
I'll love it till I die...
Only one thing troubles me,
And that's the reason why..

I...

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  Oh! To wish of a far-away land,
Where flowers of all colours bloom without fear,
The colours that our eyes can meet, 
Of all the dreams we left unseen. 

Oh! To wish of a serene icy lake, 
Where the ice sparkles at the morning rays,
The...

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The elliptical sea, ageless, timeless without fathoms depth
Of the eternal degree, its finite waves ushering against the
Everlasting shore of tranquility’s rush, a liquid vacuum of inner
Special waves, crashing against the coral rife of life itself.
Beneath serenity's surging, under the undertows splashing,
Lies a world within a...

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Oceans Apart But Always In My Heart.
.
How I love the ocean cascading crescent waves
That gently kiss and caress the golden sands
So tenderly as I used to do to you
With warm soft pillowed lips 
And my loving gentle hands
.
With feather-like teasing touches as a pleasant sea...

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For thus  I am  entangled in a web of despair!
        A widow's orb of woven thread.
'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there.
      A visceral poison; paralyzing it spreads.
Transformed; trampled, worn...

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THE LION OF JUDAH

Lightning bursts from the sky
Electricity sizzles
The smell of cordite fills the air.
A spatter of rain forms large drops on the dusty ground.
Black clouds form a backdrop to the Thornveld 
as the sun kisses the horizon goodnight.
The sound of a lion roars before...

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The sugar bowl proverbial.
The sweetness of sharing
what you have; a tight hug.

Don’t share the leaves,
in your own yard, nor the weeds.
Don’t rush a neighbor’s demise.

Don’t overstay;
time is valuable -
boundaries sans fence.

A good neighbor is not perfect,
are you? Jesus tells us, true,
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Don’t...

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I dream of magic lines but they  elude me.
Chapbook on acrylic tube  palette, janus-faced cave in 
at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to  circus of the  soul, 
images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my 
hayrick haggard brow....

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I’m stranded here, a lonely isle.
The waters rush, a whelming trial.
I’m fearful, Lord, my heart does ache;
Let not the waters overtake.

You lead me to the waters still,
Yet I disturb them with my will.
When I lie down and when I wake,
Let not the waters overtake.

Like Peter,...

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Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow


Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the...

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Warm and lost.
Oceans of selfish freedom.
See you, see me, 
longing for a bliss filled warm embrace.
I feel you as I float by.
Calm, safe, alone and free.
Are you my Island?
Letting go.
I move in to your flow,
a salty surge, a rush, a wave.
I wave, a smile.
I fall.
Love.
Be...

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The high-pitched sound of steel on steel
screeches where the tracks meet the wheel.
The train station seems somewhat stark 
as shifting shadows stalk the dark.

The train rumbles in, and she tries
to be brave, yet she softly cries.
Taking my hand in hers, she smiles
and says love can...

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To be a hero
To save a life
is this how one gets the title?

rush a burning building
or take a bullet
conquer the fight or flight

but the real hero,
is called a true friend
in the spirit of service

to help the hopeless 
find purpose and joy
to be a hero

to save...

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