Best Scape Poems

   time …

drips as color, inked and puddled
minutes like sable bristles, bound
laying down the hours as fading bands of value
what are the shades of a life - of a person?
how do aim and purpose and fallibility
influence what's placed on actuality's canvas?
instance and interval...

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People were 
Disconnected 
From the flow of 
Years gone by. 
Nothing is reflected. 

The tower of this land 
Collapses, 
Leaving nothing left in it’s place, 
It’s gone now, 
Time relapses. 

This body is 
Frayed and distorted, 
But without a mind and consciousness, 
It still moves...

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the train is moving
we feel false sens-
ations
shades of green
across the parallel
tracks
clogged lymphatic system
abnormal new growth
anarchy
she is
dancing on the fallen
red petals
naked
feet
the red butterfly with
spotted blue belly
singing
she is touching
my fluttering heart
i am
defibrillated
the new rain trampling
upon the fallen 
petals...

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doubled beauty art
upside down snow capped mountains
in clear blue waters...

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A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To carry away the sins of the masses

You took the fall Massiah
Carrying that cross and driven
To Golgotha carrying a heavy burden
A...

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reds oranges yellows
all complete the massive scape
setting sun beguiles

Russell Sivey...

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a FOND WHITE PIGEON ON THIS WINTER SCAPE
so fond white pigeon
just where are you lighting on
tis this winter scape


1/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Wet on wet washed sky
Back lit foliage sponged dry
Red dirt shows through white 


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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The inerrancy of the bible enrages me, 
Boils my blood, riles me and angers, 
Makes the interpretation prerogative limp, 
Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards, 
From every author who’s not embarrassed. 

You read knowing the art of literature, 
Is in its reader’s agreed distance from...

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We stroll ocean sand beach as waves come toward us.
Sea brakes, crashing on shore; wind's keen, birds seen now.
Feet feel water rush by - it's cold, a nice plus!
Great size cormorants sate their greed upon scow.
Seascape shows pier through day's half light, kept somehow.
Rails hold...

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Granite towers rising above the canyon,
Orange-colored dreams millennia ago
Carved above the lavender meadow below,
Reflecting in the stream meandering for
Miles like a snake slithering toward dusk
With scorching sun high and scintillating
Off limestone remains along the edges,
Smaller and smaller until they disappear
Into the singular vanishing point where
The...

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landscape of shadow life

Eden marsh is still 
when the hawk
gives way to the owl 
silent feathers sweep low
over shining bog
to dust away the last 
vestiges of twilight

songs of other times,
once warmed and borne
on sibilant breezes, 
lie deeply entombed in mud
the silver scaled seek depths
tangled by...

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I.

Whitening sands upmirror desert glare,
Glinting, underneath my mind’s burnt sun…
Paling, dream expanse.
And there I wander, rootless in some Netherwhere—
Mental vagabond, my trek begun…
Picaresque romance!

II.

Whitening bones appear by poison springs,
Dread oasis, tempting me to drink.
Shining, silver pool,
Mirage aglow.  A maiden floats on glassine wings—
Beckoning me...

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Trump and His Scape Goats

Trump was watching his goats escape;
Were beaten up and pretty bad shape;
Hair drying,
After dying;
In White House caught wearing a cap.

Jim Horn...

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Every day I return
With a different sea scape.

In the first one
A bowl of well-ground
Red sandal wood paste
Had dissolved.

When sometimes
I bring the sea back
Profoundly peaceful
Like a child in slumber.

It is too light
At times I carry home
One with echo of the infinite.

I rushed back to the seaside
To...

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