Best Salves Poems

The Cronus prowls the darkened glade,
in pitch black robe of sackcloth made.
He foretells of eternal night,
and seeks to wield death's heinous blade.

From shadow he haunts woods and path,
dispensing of time's final math.
Frail souls evade his obscure realms,
they fear to meet his scythe's fierce wrath.

The Reaper's...

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Walk does he not the specter of death, 
His saith raised high, even he himself has had
Enough killing, on the battlefield of Gettysburg,
Satan screams, stop sons of men, truly war
Is hell on earth.
Time's spiritual voices cry out, as the wind
Blows through the tall over grow...

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Willow patterns chase around a bowl
Through pictographs of bluest tide,
Paper tigers and some bitter rice
When you became some others’ bride.

Sampan glides across a lily pond,
Ornamental and pristine,
Crimson dragons and a sky-ward kite
Their tails of envy brightest green.

Pagoda structures set against the sun,
A concubine salves in...

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While  looking  far beyond misty gale
until convulsion of night quavers--
just remember,  in spite  drizzles
new morning salves torment:
I watch those gentle eyes roam
against  a skeletal  frame--
yet, lightness around you glows
more precious than dawn.

Cherishing you this way
soothes  the vicious ...

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May I serve
whatever the capacity --

and not be dissuade;

God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion

knowing no color
knowing no shades
nor party of affiliation

may I nurse humbly, soothing
and healing, while bearing the
stigmata of love -- 

For Christ-like is a cleanser,
a...

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Arising, splits the purple nuclear sky,
Rends the dark valleys with light,
Spills along footpaths and alleys,
The glory of morning, ending of night.

In sanction, closing of the chaos,
Soothes the hot valves with dragon-heart balm,
Beams with serenity and salves,
In silvery moonlight, infinite calm.

Above, my ascendant sun and moon,
Arc-light...

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Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom belongs to the sailors devil himself,
Thus she announces her masters...

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Cowboys herdin’ cattle cross dusty trails
Sandy hooves paint ground fog in their wake
Shuffling along swattin’ flies off molty hides
Riders amble aside keeping eye on their stake

Chuck wagon camps, setting up by a creek
Beans and pan bread cookin’ over hot stones
Coffee’s meandering aroma penetrates the air
Greeting...

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Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even showed as degraded by the writer publisher Ms. Mayo,
You would...

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Another day at the gym,
Pumping iron for the swell.
Aching muscles feeling grim,
As I put myself through hell.

Boneless chicken that I bake,
Egg whites keep me lean.
Protein powders in a shake,
With a dose of creatine.

Heavy squats inflate the quads,
Bench presses for my pecs.
Arm curls to increase the...

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She was of this rich 
          earth and clay
a beautiful lass so full of life 
and so wont at play
who used to water ski 
           in...

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It is,

The fountain of my strength…my resolve. 
Every face of my charity, my aspirations
From which I draw my every thought

That impetus which drives me forward
Soft illusory colours that decorate dreams
Those cooling salves that ease my spirit

Each warming beam from the morning dawn
My collective and defining...

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Alas; my maternal love couldn’t save you my beloved son, hence; 
in excruciating pain, I shed an ocean of tears asking why.
Was my love not enough or was it too much? Too much that you,
couldn’t live without it or not enough, that you needed much...

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In battles hymn, raise your shield,
 Sharpen metals sword.
All hail bow low unto Rome,
 Be blinded by opulence's glitter,
And greed’s excess
Salves feel her golden sandles,
Upon bare skins flesh.
Shackles hand cuffs, bind generations,
 Under whips task masters.
Architectural thieves, swallowing,
 Cultures as the serpent gorging itself.
On it's...

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Memories are all I have,
Intense and suffocating.
Churned out emotions needing salves
Healed, yet unrelenting

Abject surrender to your wiles
Embittered by time
Looming reminiscence of your smiles
Sealed in my mind

Anguishing on a future lost
Grieving over what once was, 
Agonizing at what it has cost
Remembering mem'ries of a distant past...

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