Best Scintilla Poems

in memories a scintilla of faith
momentarily sustains surging tears
as the pulse of darkness awakens wraith
erasing the distance of lonely years
your voice befalls the silence my...

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The Drag of Writing

A smidgeon of silly,
a scintilla of sad,
a wee gong of rhyming wit,

a sentence to start me
a participle dangling
a lead to bring me...

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If I could paint

I would paint a kiss

between our lips

as your arms lift me slightly

to dawn in your eyes

If I could paint

I would paint my...

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I picked up a Rose an emblem of love
Hopeful heart and a rolling tear
He loves me and he loves me not 
One petal at a...

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Darkness hides the sunset in her eyes
Ripples of rain wash tears away
Moon -dust  falls over her hair
Its dim lit glow reveals a smile
wider than...

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The past always returns to haunt us
Old debts demand to be paid
The very best hand
Of many a man
Stays un known 
And remains unplayed
Some men wish...

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It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.

We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to...

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THE EARTH BLEEDS

We need a little light and dark.
Our eyes but blur infinity blue,
as a cradle robs us of our spark
when we visualize variety’s few.

The...

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MY FIVE SENSES

In my fifties I disavow the taste
but back in elementary school
the image would drift into daydreams —
pork kidneys with savory gravy
went well with...

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O souls of the Island, 
I have silently 
heard through 
tropical torrents 
and surpassed 
a million miles 
of the milky seas, 
away from 
mint-marine 
silhouettes...

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THE MONSTER YOU DREAD

i can’t handle rejection,
the unhug of perfection.
a piercing scream of perplexion —
my complexion streaked
grouted and piqued.

i backhanded you by
closing the splintered door,
vainglorious...

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When Neptune's 
nostalgic sighs, 
weave ruffled rosaries 
of brocade ink, 
bleeding from 
blackberry wrinkles 
in torrential time, 
I wonder if 
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart,...

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Frenetically I rest in her guest room.
I think of her quiet hospital room.

I’ve laid my head on this pillow before.
I toss, turn, and pray, in...

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Written: December 02, 2023

Quote "Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less,...

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MEMORY TRIGGERED BY A PURPLE PENCIL
A reponse to Caren Krutsinger’s Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please

sick
in bed
not now
then

daddy
worked for
i.b.m.

simpler times
not now
but
then

to soothe
my pain
dad
brought home
a
glitzy pen

decorations
that...

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