Best Selves Poems

I've been wondering about our secret selves...

The vegetarian smoker
The introverted joker

The soldier with the peace sign
The anonymous byline

The accountant with unfinished sums
The deaf musician's steel drums

The blue collar millionaires
The conservative who dares

The scientist who prays
The vagabond who stays

The man who kneels to take a stand
The...

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Adrift in sweet reverie while composing my journal
I sense myself wandering streets in solemn austerity
'Tis such a blunt shift from my usual musings nocturnal
To what do I owe this odd disturbing disparity?

In this vision I plod narrow alleys austere
A familiar dream within I-him I'm now...

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why is it I never in my life gave cadence as to critic another poets work
yet they find it perfectly acceptable to rate my own submissions
they aren't Jesus they don't walk on water so why should I bother with them
some are intellectualized wandering wizards others...

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keep eyes on egg selves
                                 how chicks grow in morning sun
  ...

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two very old selves lived in an very old house
and on one day self one turned to self two and said
“I love you”
self two didn’t even nod its head
“did you hear me? self one then said 
“what?” asked self two now seeing self one
“I said...

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I'm wondering about our secret selves - 

The vegetarian smoker

The isolationist who speaks Cantonese

The soldier with the peace sign

The blue collar millionaires
The conservative who dares

The scientist who prays
The vagabond who stays

There's more to all of us than what we seem...

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To soothe the cornered inferno
Consuming a sanctuary abandoned
Spider's silk like snow kissed ground
Walls caressed by a nurturing moss,
A mausoleum of birth
The detached ruins we carry
A firefighter's hose spouts curses
To cauterize a ghastly flame
The fire fights itself separately
So the lever pullers on the dispatch
Call into the...

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All the poets,
back to God,
the creator of the world,
heaven and the sun.

Fire is coming,
any time, any day!
but it needs us all,
to change the way
we behave.


It's difficult to accept,
but preparing our hearts,
it's something great,
and useful in the world.

All my friends,
including Carol Brown,
this is  good news,
and...

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The Transparency of Selves.

Transparently unseen,
lonely souls walking on,
slipping between raindrops,
curling between folds of reality,
twisting in dreary, worn-out skins.

Moulting, peeling off, discarding,
worn-down corpses edging towards,
whistling crowds of leering stares,
wasted on insipid momentary sighs,
where collective consciences lay mute.

Opaque words flounder, seeking, begging,
wooden excuses swept up in dusty...

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Here is an introduction to my poem:

Senator Cruz of Texas was using the 
word cogent in the news recently. 
People are taking pictures of themselves 
and calling them selfies. I combined
these two items together and wrote
this poem. Here goes.

Around for a while we all would...

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...No longer could they blame it on others,
or chock it all up to society,
their losses, their failings, due to their choices,
a hard truth, and many were not ready.

Some would see what parallel selves had done,
then find a gun, take a handful of pills,
others would set...

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Don’t let the darkness sink in
Within a blaze of pain and of fire
You will be ridiculed
You feel how we feel

 Hot and yet unbearably cold
With limited sense of remorse
No-one will arrive

You are your own messiah
You are your own
You yourself are your own judge
Your own jury

You...

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When the sky opened wide
God gave me a special gift 

He gave me something unvalued
With the sky, with the earth 
Or even our own selves

Gold & pearls wouldn’t pay this 
Treasure &hunting aint compared
 
God gave me something to live
Something which will never be payed...

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Folding in to convention
Sealed in creases of acceptance
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart 
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial…
  “Fury—the rallying cry
   of our vengeful spirit
   Hate—the jilted lover
   of our fated...

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My true nature, I’m told, I must seek.
I’ve been daft, I’ve been bold, I’ve been meek.
I’ve been angry and slow.
I’ve been high; I’ve been low.
So my "self-seeking" prospects are bleak....

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