Best Sheafs Poems

In the middle ages
these roughed and scuffed decades
between newborn crocus snow-melt-nursed and
dried hydrangea blooms sepia-skinned and papery thin
I earned the right to wear sapphires
and burn my mademoiselle mistakes with wisdom-fires

it took me a while to grow into my autumn season
—the autumn side of September
hair once...

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I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath,
making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase
which makes my faults no less dismal than death.
Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven.
Perhaps I can best define myself as God's...

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This morning, I opened a drawer to my yesterdays
of crumpled poems half written, but thought I'd tossed
Here I am, reading them, through a tearful haze,
and remembering nights I wept for love I had lost

I flattened the pages, one by one with fingers shaking
A sonnet pledging...

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Reflections

Reflections off the fountain’s water 
dancing on the garden wall
amongst the trails of Boston Ivy
turning red with coming fall.

Impending changes of the season 
whispered softly in the air,
foretelling nature’s morphing moments 
baring all for us to share.

With Autumn’s beauty so refreshing 
painted brightly on display,
one’s...

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Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet leaf darkness
were wafting in the field heat,
to the big barn they bounced
buoyant for the business of bushels
crafted by a lineage...

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A criminal is sane by their own logic, 
You can look into their mind to count them wrong, 
They can be confronted for their psychologies, 
And told that their song is long. 

ISIL is based on the fundamentalist Koran, 
Which states that all non-muslims are...

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As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming

We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, 

This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. 

Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,

These distant fields furrow with guided fracture 

Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade

Virtues...

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Why’s there so much clart along with your message? 
Why does your face rage with indifference, stare? 
When will you realise you’re validating such ullage, 
You’re propounding concern, not honest, but a glare? 

Are you talking to me just to direct and set my beliefs,...

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In the land of Canaan Jacob settled 
with his two wives Leah and Rachel 
with God he once wrestled 
Later being named Israel

Jacob-Israel had 12 sons
And he loved Joseph a little more than the other ones
upon him he bestowed a coat of many colors

Oh young...

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Fiery Lotus blossoms in my mind,
as I sleep the sleep of the blessed artist,
pinwheels of spinlets of gold of finest finery,
gold from the dresses of pouting princesses,
that spin and blossom in spires of artistic desire,
that make my third eye grow wet in perspire.

Gold leaflets of...

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Once, there burned a fire deep within my heart
but that was long ago, before love was torn apart
Scribed were pages of sonnets, romance at its best
I shelved the albums by virtue of my own behest
because they caused me too much pain and sorrow,
and so, I...

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