Best Scribblers Poems

Wrapped into a cocoon of impenetrable meaning and faith he followed the light

Doom and gloom had once shadowed his library of dreams and contentment

Scattered in his loony resemblance of a rational mind words rearranged reason

Analyses can be paralyses when parables and images leave inclinations behind

On...

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When the heart feels the
weight of unvoiced verses,
as the verdant embers of Venus
follow the frozen warmth
and the permafrost flickers
of persimmon and cinnamon,
like poetry slipping through
tortured time,
I stand at the cusp of
withering wishes,
like the silver of Luna phasing
above the lamented lighthouse,
cemented with mistrust,
embedded with uncertainties,
afraid of...

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psyches of all bards and writers
synchronized crowd swimming in waters
yuppies and brave souls unheard by all
chanting audience in an imaginary stall
hearts we hide as words unfold
on paper and scrolls, always young never old
lasting ink or cellphone battery so strong
of thinkers and scribblers of prong
genetics of...

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in the language of personal amplification
you'd think it was all a scam
to make you drop your guard
and play patty cakes with Evil
job 3 was to rearrange your molecules
into an actual you
capable of withstanding
the outcomes you generate
from a lack of detail
where science is not to be...

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Avoid scribblers who say,
"Everything has been said."
For they have lost their way
And joined the Writing Dead....

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Seeking a shred of purpose
to pass the remaining time
or play with dark spots
and flashes of thunder
and dreams of vespers?
Tenderly rummaging through memories of bones
and promises of fragile enchantments.

Who awaits us in the elder's shadow?
Who awaits us, winged spirits with swollen faces
after we have consumed the...

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A Wondering What to Write......

a wondering
at what to write was I,
really pondering
at my station,
of trying to push on through
a thing that all scribblers hate;
a writers-block of all things.
no what, when or where
not a skerrick from me pen;
all inspirations gone Kaput!
only naught, not a thing, zilch!
really...

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Did I learn a worthy trade?  Study war as a warrior? 
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None of the above.
Yet I claim the kinship of all these,
my...

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The notable sages I've read all ponder themselves trivial...
       limited scribblers I've read almost all present themselves eminent......

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