Best Salmons Poems

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Psalm of the Heretics Saved

Oh, God!
You’ve taken my hands;
the blood spills onto the heathen soil of my birth!
The jaguar cannot help me.
The mighty pyramid rising past the trees
is a pride you’ve turned to shame.
You sent your messengers on canvass wings 
and they descended from the...

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I wonder who I’ll be when alone
A salmon spent on Lagunitas creek
A giving tree robbed of it nuts
A sunset rooster with no eggs
When your chick has flown the nest
Even if for a summer vacation
Who’ll give you meaning when life is fallow?
Who will you be when...

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Once upon a time,
there lived a curious boy. He had a dream
of becoming the happiest man
in the world.

"When will I be the happiest man
in the world?" he asked
an old fisherman.

The reply was in form of a parable.

"Take a look at a salmon. It does not...

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*^* take the vivacious steps of my world's elated lilt *^*

Burning effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of faith and luminescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled by the brook
Turfs overran the...

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Burning, gleaming effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected, pictured
Drawing up the facsimile of faith, ardour and iridescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic, dulcet gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled , frozen by the brook
Turfs overran and overlaid the land with...

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Since my early teens until I reached about 45,
I had pursued my life's dream of working fulltime
in the Gospel Ministry.  There were many aspects
whereby such a dream could express itself and be
fulfilled.  For example, after finishing college, I started    ...

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There was a man who survived through 
everything against his will while he was alive.

One day this man’s ghost arose, walked out of his grave and followed his footmarks on a rugged trail, hard and farther than a way to the netherworld.The ghost was drawn...

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Far from the surging crowd,the aesthetic mass ever loved
For,some fascinated to drilling mud,more satiated with coconut ground
Most elated admiring flowering buds,all hailed for herbs, spices,Salmon or squid
But there came the most tyrannous deluge with a thud!
Oh!They called it a massive flood!
Dragged the humans like Salmons...

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Two wolves went for hunting, 
         they found no pray.
A tear came down from their eyes.
         Two bears went for fishing,
 they found no salmons, but a river full...

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Salacia

Where two mountains almost meet, there is a canyon 
Of boulders and unfriendly nature, such as thorny bushes
And self-hating trees and among thistles, snakes roam 

It was there in a deep cave the lady of clear water lives
She is Salacia, the goddess of spring water...

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Burning effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of faith and luminescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled by the brook
Turfs overran the land with exultation and furore
Fondling, gripping, and cuddling the headstream
Odoratas...

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Smoke glaze of Crayola pink
salmons through foamy Colgate 
spat from mouth 
to porcelain sink in the washroom 
nearest the bedroom overslept in this morning.

To look at it, spineless and slow, 
amid hunkering swirl
gurgling down to wish on gators,

is to see the frail rivulet percolate 
on...

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In hopes of reconciliation
Many times
I bore recriminations
For my rights
For silly things
No matter how much esteemed
In the craftiness of perverted selves
Though they pummeled me
Have never made me groan
As much as the lost of friendship
For which I sacrificed sense
And counterarguments
In vain
Against the stereotype
Of male despondency,
Against the hero's...

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