Best Shawled Poems

Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of mind.
She told me then, and then again, that providence Divine
had...

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Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
unrecognizable.
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail...

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That Ancient Darkside of All Hallows’ Eve Past

As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century. 

Be warned that false-faced beggars...

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In fog-shawled autumn the memory

returns to me, bittersweet as

cardinal fruits of hawthorn,

the fallen, fading leaves...

lost berry-baby

nestled within

blankets of

morning

mist....

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softly touching (I feel a stir...)
upon keys
a piano speaks
in cello
fluttering chords
tugs strings 
deep within
(a deep tingling sensation within...)

sadness flows (My eyes tracing...)
dancing with emotion
feelings flowing
a river
joining hearts
flowing an ocean
in salted emotions
(a focused soul with open arms...)

our world (I embrace with joy...)
so much suffering
powerless to help
on...

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As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,

Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,

As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,

Still there, ah I missed my home,
Oh where I could fearlessly roam,
		
Where the...

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Softly touching deep cords vibrate within,
The song within my heart with golden notes begin.

As sadness flows trickling In Cello magic,
Soul's storm It Is flowing In Violin tragic.

Like a river babbling wild free,
The heart has no bounds where Love has to be.

Sweet dancing upon ripples of...

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As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century. 

Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to...

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Centre of this galaxy 
through the darkness you came 
shawled by your presence entirely

From the ancient tree of wisdom growing wise 
The righteous flourish like the palm
at the foothill carved on its bark

Where the birds will nest finding shelter
under the shade of its branches

Plentiful as...

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...strong, towering tree

   shawled soft in moist moss

   quiet dignity......

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Please do not convince me of my ignorance or naivety.
Naive to the cynic, the sun sets on my faith and all my eyes see.
Eyes see bright visions of dusk's inner beauty wrapped in sacred shawl.
The sacred shawled in heavenly grace, never shall cold nights fall.
Cold...

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Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...

For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,

and declare, sans mock cut up fold
drawl migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting old),
nonetheless Ivana...

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

I do not fear the ghosts
of my Christmas past.
My yearly visit with each one
is a gift
a present
for this one day

I drive out to Lantzville Beach
and bring my dog along
My mother loved dogs and beaches
I wave when I see her figure on the...

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fog slowly dropping
eerily rolling out 
a dense blanket
begins spreading
creeping over ground
invading forces

her cold fingers
twisting knots
touching slowly
trembles deeply
shivering in body
rattle bones
into the spine

dark souls dance
in a grey area 
clouds eyes 
without shadows
onlooking feasting sinners
within shawled emotions

casting black
falling  feelings
of moist darkness
weeping sadness
within deaths valley
lost in love...

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Fly, Not As I

Vapor trails of jetting Jets
Pattern the dawn blue sky;
I gaze unseeing the passengers
With courage to fly, not as I.

Without firm ground beneath my shoes,
Fear straddles my old shawled shoulders.
Is this what it is, I muse
To be “older” and growing “older.”

In my closed...

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