Best Selfsame Poems

The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a distant, unknown land:
Once so secure, yet now compelled to roam;
Once rich in love, she treads through foreign sands.
Her weary feet...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while...

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The tricky question of how many animal farms we have
May be more complicated than most of us think;
There are at least some fifty-five animal farms in the world
Where wild mammals play and eat and drink.

And although there lightning is feared more than law,
These farms all...

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VIII

In the minds fixed eye I see five newly discovered graves,              
Headless lions sat atop an impregnable "Triumphal Gate";         
And guileful Cassandra, she laid...

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I hope this letter, to you, a stranger 
Becomes a letter to a friend 
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start off as mere strangers
Trying to share the selfsame track
And what matter, if you stray a little
For I'll just lift you...

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My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I had no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart.
The match my friends...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
As the sun perches redly in the mahogany west,...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence over pale water;           
Faded, thin wisps of ribboned 
 Pink...

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Passing trees with gauzy nests
Of caterpillars hanging down
Jars a memory that rests
Within the folds of brain cell town.

My dad and all the neighbor men,
With flaming torches, did attack
Those selfsame sacs so ne’er again
Would gypsy moths be coming back.

We children gathered ‘round to gape
As fiery clumps...

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We meet on equal playing fields,

we strivers wielding pens,

with timid hopes, exposing thoughts 

to harsh or candid critique.

The selfsame words are ours to use

in manner of our choices.

They lay in helpless, inert piles 

until maneuvered by our pens.

Just as the paint and brush await

the artists...

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Memory is my fading friend
of millennial days transpired—
faithful scribe and guardian
who measured mercy and intent
and gauged love’s joyful glint—
yet never turned from rutted path
when sorrow’s specter, tinged
in mottled shades of gray and black,
sought only to inveigh.

Dissembled memories puzzle,
viewed dimly from afar—
where motes of recollection dust
swirl...

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My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I had no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart.
The match my friends...

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Exegi monumentum aere perennius
Were that to be  true,I would clearly  be a genius
Like Quintus H.  Flaccus who presented us with that trope
Inviting every poet to share that selfsame hope
Of clothing our visions in immortal verse
Which is what our poetry seeks to rehearse.

With...

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Come now, people - we've all heard this before:
Barbarians at our gates, enemies without the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known.

Sound loud the alarms, deafen the ears
Harden our hearts, feed on our fears -
Divide the...

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There is no ‘you’ or ‘I’
Except that you choose
to call the fat clouds a name
and make them feel like overlords upon the others.

And, there is neither ‘you’ nor ‘I’
when we collect in droplets into rain
and percolate the crevices between rocks and questions.

The free flowing water...

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