Best Sieved Poems

I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love

Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for it
I have glimpsed deep into history
I have sieved through its successes 
...for the soundest advice I could find
Most profound I...

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Pain’s shaped effects pass thru joy’s sieved prep
          to map my spirits journey of primary urge to me.
With confidence of honest feel comes the promise
          that I...

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Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers, 
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.

Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat...

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Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on 
algae and crustaceans
An elongated  neck spirals 
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette...

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The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race

During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs

Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain

Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved

Tomorrow, there...

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Enter the Everest that devastates,
he never ever rests and he demonstrates,
how the greatness activates traits
that forever feed hate,
into enemies with envious jealousy
and sad little nul and void abilities.

It's a given that even if you sail the seven seas,
as well as trail the land you will...

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I killed my friend,
I never wanted,
Do not see me cruel,
I did it for love.
We both ran naked
Under this influential shower.
No one uncoupled his lips
Against this faint madness,
We were indebted,
Either had to earn the prize.


It was shiny,
Elegant!
Burnt cold,
Polished gold.
Oh no!
I couldn't bear it,
Bear to see his...

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I learn to swallow 
From despicable horrors 
Churned out from fully hollow words 
Not sieved and almost always shallow. 

I learn to swallow revealing, raining hard words 
Displaying raw thoughts
Detested speeches
Scripted stances
Polished ethos and make-believed pathos.

As I swallowed my own spit 
I learnt that the...

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Angel Words

Luminous sieved light 
through window’s canopy
has moonbeams shifting
silver lights on all below

A draft of cool wind
bringing a chill to skin
acknowledges your presence
as the night begins
 
An unseen source
stone cold and pale
it’s touch extending hope
that it finds you well

A whisper of words
uttered in your ear
a...

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THE WISEST CHOICE


The shadow of my face on the yellow-painted wall
Masked my agony brewing in like a burning ball

The reflection of my face in the silvery mirror
Displayed in detail traces of every pain and tear

My shadow or my reflection who is wise?.... if let to...

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Spring is a time of rebirth and rejuvenation,
A vernal season of whimsical invigoration.
Admiration is conveyed through this way,
It relishes a bit like freshly fallen rain spray.

A scent of lemon, aloe, and sieved steaming,
Like ambrosial rosebuds blooming in spring.
A glass of polished ruby bears serenity,
It's saffron...

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What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore the meaning of the poet?
Beautiful style?
Aesthetic merit?
Artistic elegance or the beauty of its truth?
Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it must be both,
symbiotically planting and fertilizing,
creating and cultivating, each incubating...

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There, thrust to
high Heaven
my ever trusted foe
whose flashes flames
of fine froth
lured me within his
caste raps.
There, lies my
intent torment;
A galaxy of my
inventor
Deadly duel
reminiscence.

Falsehood keg me in
Bars,
spade off, from
sprayed spittle.
Like a barren
scarecrow.
Stood scar of the
underworld,
A trait, from
trusted Martian
His facade holds a
fang
His rear springs a
barrow
His mid inhabits a
maim,
runs...

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Approaching life with no scrutinizing dispositions.
Relishing their youth,
Basking in the freedom of their most lively years.
Or so they say.

Young falling minds:
Everything is limited by perception,
Perception leading to misconception,
Misconception gradually surging to holistic pessimism.
Fallen minds don’t possess frame,
Or rather let me say, they are cluelessly lame.
Back...

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  (  It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears. 
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )



            


I knew you before I...

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