Best Siberian Poems

("" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
 the darkness must be present""  -Francis Bacon)

Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls

No joy,...

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In riming realms 
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes 
filled with zodiacal-light musings 
of ancient cosmic dust 
dancing in the arms of Sol..

windswept...

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Remember

Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out...

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SONNET FOR KELLY

The Spring has come a little late this year
Siberian winds and rain have chilled the soul
Though calendar proclaimed that April’s here
No tiny leaves...

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If I were a prisoner on death row
just hours away from execution
I would NOT order a meal of calamari with ratatouille,
filet mignon with truffles and...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of...

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Being Sold Down the River? 

Near 80 years ago it has been
Another Jerk wanted to make his country great again
America first has been used before...

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Sitting in the meadow green grass shimmering in the Sunlight
               ...

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Ice on my igloo
  roads frosted over
Cursed, cutting cadaverous cold 
  deathly chill from Calais to Dover

Thought it was nippy
  but my...

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It was a sizzling summer of electric blues and vibrant hues 
in  a garden full of flowers inked in plushy spanking reds 
a wall...

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Watching the small crowds of people declaring their rights
Guns on their belts in their hands yelling at Governors and pressing at policemen 
Spitting at mask...

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I sat with a friend,
discussing overpopulation,
"the worlds not overpopulated"
he stated

"Look around you,
there is still, a lot more land,
there are still places, 
with very few people"

Granted...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Finding Lost Keys on the Steppes of White Ivory"
 

 
Where do you place your hands
When the sands of time 
Slip through...

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Not allow politics to pollute the populace
With issues like regionalism and language 
Permit free movement of men and goods
Connect the country with tree-lined roads.

Deal ruthlessly...

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Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells.  
The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave
is our newborn son. We gift him...

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