Best Sensibilities Poems

Grounded by the gravity of our earth 
      Our body and spirit are often pulled 
In opposite opposing directions in
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i heard a...what do they say...a spine chilling scream
...is that the saying?

a spine chilling scream
followed by

'he's dead, my G_d he's dead'

the phrase echoed 
inside the...

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This old oak-tree smiling through my balcony
Sways and swings cheerily, a happy emissary,
Budding new vigor upon tiny greenish leaves
Adorning exuberance of idyllic new morning, 
Quivering...

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if my good name means keeping face with those who are not so good 
strip my flesh of my good name and let me be...

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The Bard 

In a small cottage high upon the windy moors
There lives a bard with authentic romantic rhymes;
A master poet who lives within present times.

Enchanting...

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DEVOURING PRESENCE -- REPOST
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gray as...

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It was not the mountains.. those that dwarf us,
the forests that invited our senses...seduced us to stay.
Nor the oceans whose mass we contained within us,
creatures...

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If you are so proud
of your sensibilities and tastes,
so convinced that your arbitrary judgements
are infallible as heartbeats of angels,
if you are the sole instrument of...

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Wind that I pass poisons air with one blow
It stinks to the moon, stays 'til the morrow
Nonchalant, nearly blue, frown on my brow
Don't hold it;...

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Today's changing times tell me 
I need to become more contemporary.
Yet these old bones of mine
Would rather remain with the familiar.
Using archaic words gives me...

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A thousand dots of  bulbs flutter wildly
exploding into my summer’s  redness
to gather awed murmur upon these lips, 
my amazement tossed beyond open sills—

How...

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what is that ... there ... in the darkness?

what is that hollow creature, cold and callous
that shrouds its image in the deep, remorseless black?
careless, the...

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A monument to precious arts, a masterpiece you are
With imposing high Baroque columns regally looking down
Upon the dream of sculptors and vision of the Roman...

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i just wanted to watch her 
to look into her eyes
to listen to her thoughts
i just wanted to inhale her entirety.

her words were soft and...

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It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a  din of gray  November.
Wandering around...

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