Best Sanctuaries Poems

Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing...

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It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In...

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He is silence, 
crowned in rosy rhymes, 
sprinkling balmy rain 
upon frail flowers. 
misunderstood, yet 
beneath his armor, 
is the selfless moon, 
bestowing starlight.
when darkness...

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If I ruled the whole wide world there's so much that I would change
I wouldn't be Mr Popular and they'd think me somewhat strange
First thing...

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A lonesome magpie~
perching on a forlorn wooden stairs
on a snowcapped mountain side
spells serenity in the day light.

The barn house reflects
the pale lavender shadows~
a soft blend...

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Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside,...

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Uprooting dreams
of yesterday
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.

And clouds shed tears
of April rain
as winter wanes
and warmth abounds.

Fleeing far-flung
sanctuaries
migrating birds
start heading home.

And on the winds
of open sky
caterpillars
try...

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Let me set something straight -
Right here, right now!
Let me put India in the right perspective,
Let me banish some myths,
Some gross misconceptions,
And take you beyond...

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The wind is crisp when clouds cover the 
sun, what passes for warm when clouds 
disappear.

Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full
bare-branched display, before...

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Warriors of austere adventures,
soldiers for suffering and tribe survival,
children,peasents,women & men,the penny poor & candid criminals,
proud peoples,honest heros,

we marched on all the flesh of earth,
no...

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At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.

The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica, 
and yet another...

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Grinding you in the coal black mortar of my expectations,
I know your substance is not one to powder under impact
And yet I work here, feverish,...

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Some issues,
some opportunities,
are written across great Western and Eastern cultures,
Northern and Southern economies,
Left and Right hemisphere structured minds,
breathing out- and in-forming lungs,
beating in- and then...

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Credence aligned along the corridores of passage

Which usher in through the portends

This autumns door....

Such colourful banners of latitudes sprinkling

Flowing waters of repose that still echo

Inside,...

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In Monolithic monuments are the bringers of the derelict dawn
I see many idolatrous idols, forged in ancient bibliothecal Babylon
Within worshipful winds, that carry words of...

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