Best Salved Poems

Embrace The Lines

Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of
beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb
the soothing waters cushioning and cradling three miracles three water 
marks engraved in cinnamon bark showing in pride the seeds of nature
the...

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"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction or the other
strength and weakness
both carried soft and harsh
ego and pride is a black bog marsh

through great battles
thou must not...

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My creature you have walked in sin
You have tasted of my wrath
Yet savoured as you groaned within
when you felt me pull you forth

You've wrestled with a demon strong
Gave deceptions place of rest
Yet even they could not for long
pull my creature from my breast

All their schemes...

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the exile
 far from the homegrown 
 this mud pile
 hidden by the hedgerow
 of old time

out West where the sun 
 sets its sore raw burnt wound
 into the ocean
 of my blues, night soothes
 in moonstruck currents

warm water of the deep
 like a...

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In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep, but wild pigs three score
Staggering oft around soggy, muddy estate in boozed, dazed state; prating conquistador
With fitted bed sheet he...

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SALVE A CHILD
These
Seedlings, tomorrow’s
Saplings, by dearth must not droop.
A trickle from your coffer, from drought’s
Wreckage many could save.
For in your senile era, the arbor from their
Boughs from the scorching sun you can not evade.

From,
The soil of nadir
To a tilted soil these seedlings
I implore you to...

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Great poetry-
How do I define
your sheer delight?-
See-through
but not entirely uncovered-
suggestive
but not barely defined-
I wait at the edge of clouds,
enchanted by radiance;
recall the brightest Sun I have ever known
and the dearest burn
so sweetly salved…....

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Gathered as a swarm of bees,
He stands poised with swollen knees,
Squinting forcefully towards fleeting
Dreams, beyond the dreadful, scum sucking

Incumbants, bathing in their own excrement.
Eyes opaque like a hard boiled egg;
Squishy, bleeding yoke chased
By morbid impulses and frenzied statements.

He was then approached by a herd of...

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Sadness, loneliness, internal hopelessness,
why did she stop listening and caring what was happening in me. 
The other kids, stresses with Dad, betrayal,
or just no time any more. 
When did I lose whatever strength that I had. 
When did I start needing the pain to be...

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When once a lovelorn callow swain,
Heartbroken by a maid's rebuff 
Sought balsam for his heart's deep pain, 
Of female wiles had had enough, 
Grave listener at the local pub,
Sat Tom inured to pangs of love, 
Who spoke as lion to his cub 
Or to a...

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Inside the zareba I live in a hovel
To say live is being generous, barely surviving
On a day like today, well like most days 
A cool cave would be a pleasant alternative

I dream of a better life, one without this sorrow
I do not want a huge...

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Just a maid,just sixteen
a serving girl,a go-between
upstairs and downstairs ,her scene
'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master's son
a web of attraction,begun
one rainy afternoon,in June;
A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,
an affair that hot summer long,
despair did conclude that song;
A baby came the next...

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when evening’s dawn descended on her restless soul

defeated dusk and dust collected deep into the night

cobwebs spun an open trapdoor over broken peace

insomnia prevailed as a cynical reminder of treason

in which reason failed to align with posturing emotions


the sleeping pills weaved their paradoxical intentions

a coffin...

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It was those eyes, blue, almost effervescent.                                      ...

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SINS OF THE FATHER
Just a maid,just sixteen,a serving girl ,
a go-between upstairs and downstairs,
her scene 'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master' son
a web of attraction, begun one rainy 
afternon,in June;A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,an affair
one hot summer long, where despair...

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