Best Sensibility Poems

He was debonair, full of flare
charm exuded here and there
but she was so unaware
and she let her heart to dare
poured out love and all her...

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Years have passed since I buried you
beneath green grasses drenched with dew;

I placed the blossoms, one by one,
a blanket for my only son,

you, my heart's...

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Sigh you wind whispering willows
Green sentinels of the ocean blue
Her feet edge no more the billows
Where canoes dock and salt sprays spew
Sigh for the loss...

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Would You Love Me If I Wasn’t A Poet?

Would you love me if I wasn’t a poet?
Writing between the rhymes
Building beautifully a wonder from words
Sculpting...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop   ...

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Where was I 
when repo men invaded,
possessed,
boxed me up within his cool heart
fragrant in its distaste of warmer climates?
You know,
climates governed by love.
(Daydreaming of knights,...

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Who am I to take her innocence.
To caress her untouched virgin fibers.
This is not a negative connotation of lust,
it's an intimate overtone to show affection.

I...

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If for just one magical day

eradicate poverty
  reverse inequality
    restore sensibility
      prohibit inhumanity
   ...

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I wait in all the crummy
little barrooms of the soul.
I look about and sniff the air,
drink, and wait.
In the demi-world of honky-tonks,
which vie against night's
inner...

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There’s a deathly silence
in the aging night of the living,
a rasp of breath sneaks
out across the candid moor,
like the wail that fails
the carousel of life!
The...

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In the lough near Kylemore Abbey
Floats a little green fishing boat.
It wears with pride its battered paint,
From years of wear it lost its coat.

It made...

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How else to tell you
	of the movement of
the universe that sets my world to tilt?

Where spatial acuity and intuitive thinking fall down
and weep
at the feet...

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Lifeless bullets asleep as captive
In the restive barrels of the cold guns
Cold as the shadow of death
Waiting camouflaged in the dark
Wake up at the strike...

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The Inflated Nation!

Americans growing wider by the minute!
Is there  a Russian collusion behind this illusion?
(Now, there's a breaking news headline
with real meat in it)

(Mashed potatoes,...

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after the ellipsis
we confer 

entrenched in the awakened
a story rises from the burn
limbs parted and wrapped about
delved deep within the yearn

it is...

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