Best Signaled Poems

"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades, except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we've fallen to our graves." 
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Once driving home, I did defy
A deluge from the darkened sky.
The bluster lent a tinge of fright.
But God is good, and all is right.

When soon my house came into view,
Southward was cerulean blue.
And to the west an orb shone bright.
Oh, God is good, and all...

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It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's...

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			I

The Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise,
then like windblown grains of sand, fall to the dust
Six kingdoms have come and gone, blinked their eyes
and we’re now, in these last days, living on the cusp

But let us first do a fast biblical rewind,
go back in...

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I sat quietly and waited, making the noises he had come to know, calling him in his newly given name.  His face would appear, cautiously calculating my intent, he would approach.  The promise of food and gentle touch too much to deny. ...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly 
become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... 
it all fades, except love. Love is forever and thereafter, 
even when we've fallen to our graves." 
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The Haunted House

‘Room to Let’ the signage read, 
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.

When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,” I answered in reply.
“I’d like to be your renter.”

A lovely...

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She Never Smiled

“There are many 'cures' for depression, 
  some of them are drugs from a pharmacist,
  and others are creation by a loving God.”
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A happy day. 
You were the sun. 
I was Earth. 

Nothing could disrupt the gravitational pull; 
Nothing could stop physics, 
Our law of gravity. 

A cloud breaks rank, showering 
Me in damp moonlight, 
And I see your face 
Align in the stars. 

Is this you...

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Beyond the Door

When the Angel of Death arrived, I submitted to the passage
as he signaled me and lured me to his carriage.
Mighty black steeds pulled us. The trail became a tunnel;
I stared steadfast at the light, hoping energy to funnel.

Memories upset me and sharply I...

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The Inflated Nation!

Americans growing wider by the minute!
Is there  a Russian collusion behind this illusion?
(Now, there's a breaking news headline
with real meat in it)

(Mashed potatoes, ah,don't forget, 
drowning in a greasy, gravy pit?)
Served at your table, by your waiter, 
most able, Michael Avennati.
Yes, that one. Indicted for fraud,...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David.
Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate...

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It only took about ten minutes for me to warm up,
so, I had time to play catch with a friend on my team.
The line-ups were given to the umpire, the umpire
yelled two of my favorite words, “Play Ball”.

We were the visitors, so we batted first.
Our...

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a narrative with the rhyme of Twas the Night Before Christmas)

Twas the night before Christmas, the manger's convinced,
it stands ready to cradle a Savior and Prince.
The no vacancy sign caused men's wonder and doubt,
manger's role is a pivot. God's working it out!

As we gawk, looking...

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What is this sense of being?

That I am, I have been, I will be-- is it a blessing 
to ever feel time's razor edge, gathering its moments in my
memory as a squirrel hoards its seeds and nuts for winter,
food I will eat when my youth...

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