Best Second Poems

Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
Signature	
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/  
BISH; 4...

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As the never world awaits me, 
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake 

Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those...

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Here we are again in the center of the desert
Don't know how we came to know a second chance
drowning in a drought of inspiration
thirsty still we both know that we can dance

timid and a tiny bit off of balance
my hands are shaking, heart is heavy...

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(Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin
Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet)

(1.)
Poetry Gave Its Deep Rich Brilliance Unto Thee

Bard, what bright Light graced thy soft serenades
In late midnight hours, moonlight streaming down
Alas! With Time's fleeing flight, thy fame fades
Yet thy verse treasures gave thee world renown.

Bard,...

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A Trek Into A Forest Wonderfully Deep,
(New Dawn- Second Battle, Part Two) 

This vista, newfound view image of divine scene
fertile virgin ground, pretty as a peacock's preen
born of inked splashes, and poet's bleeding blood
flow from deep gashes, paints virgin soil as red-mud.

Nature's true beauty sent...

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God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be...

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Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!

Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true...

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Flat line ...

Resuscitate, flat line, resuscitate, flat line ...
          and back again ... to sinus rhythm ... to life.
               Three times my...

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Hesitation
Just a moments delay
Lives change forever
Trajectory altered 
Heading to the unknown
Why? Why?
I so liked my routine
The unchanging gives me security
Makes me feel safe
I like to control the outcome
Do I really control anything?
Allow me my illusions
If I am not the master of my own destiny,
to whom...

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When love reckons for a second time,
like a drum, it comes on fast and hard and strong
until two hearts in synch beat passion’s song.

Sometimes second love may gently climb
or ease sure-footed to one’s door
where it sweetly seeps and saturates the soul.

Love the second time is...

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Once simian stock from brambles
Orange buffoon whose ooze rambles
Orangutan clone 
On narcissist’s throne
Owns ape-man’s old brain in shambles...

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A is for Amazing we all wish to be
B is for Blessings that help us to see

C is for Caring which humbles our world
D is for Dancing where joy is unfurled

E is for Empathy that makes a great friend
F is for Friendships we hope never...

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King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions bespeak one who’s not an architect for peace—not at all,
rather a quite deceitful dictator and a harbinger of a Second...

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Jacques and Torin came round to play
In the afternoon on a Saturday
Three computers linked up on the dining room table
Age of Empires played whenever they were able
Drinks and snacks and lots of chatter
Sarah and I would sit and have a natter
The boys would play for...

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