Best Shuttered Poems

Our views and sorrows are mirrored in life.
Each jagged shard epitomizes some strife.
Our wounds, sufferings, and personality,
It will include one's beliefs and morality.

Are we netting insight or primarily existing?
Veins would shiver with shattered feelings. 
The sharp edges puncture into the intact body.
A wrecked heart squall...

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`Shuttered windows

The absence of any corporeal presence 
Is counterbalanced by the ethereal essence
Of the Human Spirits still in residence
In forlorn foyers and empty rooms

Vacant eyes peer in unspoken plaint
through dust hazed windows...
seeking the solace of eternal memories
Of long passed children…and weeping widows

Clock long...

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Curtains    be drawn
today be shuttered, 
   the sign    Closed
hung in the  sky window 
   by the Master, Sun.

Restless be I,
yet  bound   
   by the tick-clocking 
   of...

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While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy
Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...

Analogous to my boyhood
     cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
     of mine years found me
     deft keeping danger at bay
only thru the pour...

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Reclusing in my solitary lair
Empty nest with no engineer, consort
Sparsely furnished with building blocks for a brighter day
Enshrouded by walls that elicit dreams, hopes
Alternately, that limit my size and scope
Upscale plans to renovate bland lifestyle
To lay the blueprint for a new, broader course
Caged by my...

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limp roses
        blue boots, vinyl, knee length
hair extensions braided like sun-rings
pleasure knick knacks 
        perfume bottles
lacey things that hug the bodice
under garments, lipstick smudged
       ...

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What foul wind has blown them shut
Let shadowed fingers seize a heart
Silence the drumming beat of truth
Closed the doors betwixt age and youth

How has the acrid stench of doubt
Cauterized once open minds
Denying all but what they fear
Rebut with silence all they hear

Then tout with words...

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It’s getting late early…
as I wait for the end to begin
Time folding within itself,
shedding its last skin

It’s getting late early…
a lost voice sings my final reward
The outer door shuttered tight
—darkness untoward

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)...

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Dream House
by Michael R. Burch

I have come to the house of my fondest dreams,
but the shutters are boarded; the front door is locked;
the mail box leans over; and where we once walked,
the path is grown over with crabgrass and clover.

I kick the trash can; it...

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