Best Selects Poems

Come my friend and let me lead you on 
a voyage to the singularity
where mind and world collide.

For what is the mind?
A filter that selects and connects
   the world as it varies
with all its cues and views?
   Or is it a...

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...adapted from the novel 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake


Balding and sprightly, he's filled with bold dreams
to make us all happy and free.
He selects as his target a small Channel Island,
a sampling of people just like you and me.
All he wants is that folks get along
without...

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...adapted from 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake


Balding and sprightly, he's filled with 
     bold dreams
to make us all happy and free.
He selects as his target a small 
     Channel Island,
a representative sampling of people 
  ...

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Evening enchantress, she carefully selects
The most exquisite place in the sky to repose.
A marvel is our Luna, inspiring 
Silver poetry, tides, and young forbidden love.

Delicately pretending to not watch
At the same time, missing nothing
Stirring imaginations, inspiring music and song.
Tempting the super controlled to be more...

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There's consequences in all we say and do 
Go forward and walk your walk and I'll go ahead and talk my talk 
Quite distraught due to the fact that you're too good to be true
I know that the Lord of Accord will be following me...

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...adapted from the novel 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake


Balding and sprightly, he's filled with bold dreams
to make us all happy and free.
He selects as his target a small Channel Island,
a sampling of people just like you and me.
All he wants is that folks get along
without...

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Each line has a life 
     As it glides across canvas,
         Creating a world 
               Of its own.
Every stroke...

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I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring...

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I love the sense of wonder 
right after a rainstorm. 
That fish bowl feel of a world 
baptized anew.   
The sun selects individual 
leaves on which to shine. 
The air is fresh as laundry on a 
line. 

Plump red robins scurry nun 
like over the lawn
Resigned to the...

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Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a man I asked all the world. 
La sua voce non...

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Sanatan Dharma in Hinduism means
Universal religion, eternal truth, Ankh
Globally it means Universal law.

Religion is like the peel of banana
and spirituality is the banana.

Speak the truth which is preferable that
Intelligent one prefers it while the
Ignorant one selects the pleasurable.
Do not speak the truth to manipulate
Do not...

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Your poetry is dark, Mark Strand.
I want to emulate it as I hate
each line.  I want to cast it out,
then hold it to my breast
as the defeated one who knows
I could have said it first
had I retreated into selfhood,
placing honesty in all effrontery
and drawing...

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Cats and Christmas trees

A cat is instinctive
Climbs tall towering trees expertly
The garden is his haven
His and only his territory

Smart and astute he can survive on his own
Catching rats, mice and birds, presents just for me
Proud, agile and a character
Our little ginger tiger Scooby, is a...

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Lower you say? No way!!!!!!
Sewer rats fare better
Politicians are the bottom
Of this poetic society

Yet for all their failings
We are protected
We are spoiled
Laziness is our new Idol

Oh let us sit on our chairs
Ranting poetic verse
Let us not lift a finger
Contributing to society, this must surely be...

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Selective Memory

Yesterday's memories
made new again.
never let me forget
I hold onto pieces
of
my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.

Who selects these
memory samples?
The smile, the one
dimple
the pinch-able
cheeks.Chin with cleft..

To love you was
so simple.Love
reasoned out in
tantrums and pouts--

Pull the plug
Old water down...

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