Best Silted Poems

***Dedicated to a wise old man 
I once knew***
-----" There is no such thing
        as death..." 
                  ------ an old friend...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren...

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Give me all of my private time 
I will succumb without a fight
And later be your every whim
First those few seconds of respite
Before once more I crawl through slime
Notice how once my gown was white 
But cooked with silted tears and grime

Give me one minute...

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Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
Lightly, sweep the beach;
As inland rolls the sea

All species, shapes shells' species,
Tumble to shore, scoured by wind, by sand
Frothed, hi-lo crests, toss, create odd creases

Ocean sounds, subdued to loud
Galaxies twinkling, twinkling, over sandy shore
Moving ridges - blue, green, salty...

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Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
   
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each...

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Do raindrops know
when dandelions cry
flowing flaxen feelings 
like honeysuckle hues
cuddling a marigold morning
Will weeping willows wake
parched parades of poppies
silted by searing seasons
stigmas of seedless seduction 
shadowed by stormy sunsets
Can rainbows of renaissance
twist tulip tongues 
so stamens of wilted whispers
oscillate osmotic overtures
of pistil pardon
Do thundering trumpets...

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The late morning light glazes the lake,
pierces, with stems and stalks of lily and reed.
Shadows freeze like lashes upon the limpid surface
of still water fracturing the sky-blue to black.
Iris of earthen orb, brush back the unruly screen of vision,
rub the cinders from night's lingering trace,
awake...

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Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held 
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly 
charm can bestow

Fair maiden strides through 
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted 
flora doth wallow

Overhead, azure canvas paints a 
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's 
afterglow

Beneath, green clover spreads its 
downy...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this river is tempting us to bleed for treasure, for the...

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Sonnet, you beckon me with your allure.
Valiant ship from a distant shore
Resting, no more sojourn
Basking in glory of a distant past
Lowered mast once battered and blown
An emblem of pride and place
From boundless rushes, to a windless pace
Now laid bare of all innocence
Meekly, humbly retired

All aboard...

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Once, 
About ten minutes ago in the year 
2006 or 
2549, depending upon which avatar or
 Messiah is consulted, I  
 Tumbled out of my bed to the 
Untranslatable 
Predawn
 Cackle of 
Frantic voices
Descending.
 
So, with urgency
 Rarely experienced since the 
Evacuation of my...

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So the October sky let loose its stores
in drip and drop as nature restores
the wilted and silted back to life.

A rainbow here, a rainbow there.
All signs of good fortune in time.
The Shuramuroves* flock in distant sky,
criss-crossing in their flap of honor.
Seers cast bones to the...

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Alone- wandering in Earth’s bowels-
Nighted caves heave and bellow 
clammy, cold sighs.

Within their antediluvian cores-
I seek the Solace of Despair.

Murky phantoms enchant disturbed minds
Those raped of sustenance, deprived of care

Finger traces in silted thoughts-
Apparition of
corporal artifacts yet remain…
The wandering envelopes me…

O’ lover, my lover
caress me
Caves...

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With the manes of wild orphaned horses,
They nuzzle their sand-children, silted-in
The worrisome surf, spitting out their cries
For moon-lit mothers tit

Then, too long on the belly of the livid beach,
They quick disperse, to reef and littoral
Lava shelf: all this seen from wooden chair 
By author’s pen,...

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At the silted banks of river Nile,
I'd sung to the glory of Lucy;
I'd soared high over the echoing Savanna
and fought and bled for Shaka Zulu.
I was first to push back abyss,
the last to be ripped away. I'll
return one day, I'll bring the rest.






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Date: 12 /...

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