Best Silvering Poems

Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful 
Bet you're jealous ~ ha

Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams 

Six weeks later...

Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver...

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Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although  we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold...

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A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray   
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above...

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SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It was so nice to stand next to the Christmas tree
with...

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I spend time with a friend 
well, a pseudo-friend 
an acquaintance of sorts 
no, I guess he'd be a friend, 
****, who knows 
one of those types you never really share your heart 
that authentic trembling you 
I guess 
he's more like a radio station...

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His hair is alive,  
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, 
as if he wore the demons 
of colonialism and injustice on his head, 
unforgetting,
a dung-brown-and-black hologram of 
the ganja-fueled reveries inside, 
the broken record of fight and redemption in his ears 
masked...

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Jack Frost tonight goes on the prowl,
   As winters gloom now frosted scowl.
   Cold snaps those fingers, when Jack brings,
   Kisses on cheeks with frost-bitten stings.
   Frozen bones and an ice cold nose
   Raw winds...

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When earths abundant harvest, nature displays.
   Then farmers will face, ever shortening days.
   As wet days of summer, change to shivering chills.
   Swirling light snow, veils those far distant hills.
   With white hoar frost silvering, autumns dead...

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Natural Curiosity

Do you wonder about the me on my inside
As you gaze at the me on my outside,
A counterpoint to those around us?

What expectations do you hold, in keeping with my
Wrinkled brow and silvering hair that I turn
Out not to meet…or fulfill to every degree?

Do...

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BLACK LACE AND BLUEBELLS

The lilt of floral summer
found me waiting
against a woodland tree,
in the early evening sun,
accompanied by birdsong,
recalling you.

Idling on grass
sprinkled with bluebells
and fairies' laughter,
you kiss the wine from my lips
and tug a blossom from my hair,
releasing me to fly.

We are the only two...

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You

You are my moon by night: silvering my dreaming sleep,
Limelighting my fond imaginings and phantom hopes.
You are my sun by day: gilding my wakened thoughts,
Burnishing my desires and heartfelt yearnings.

You are azure sky in Winter: reminder of coming Spring,
Harbinger of future love and joy.
You are...

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IMAGINATION TAKES HOLD
Like chrysalis asleep,dreaming of
its wings await intellectual recreation
and active benevolence which brings
wisdom & blessedness.Such does
the future promise in the range
of high arts,parcelled out in shades
of pensiveness by the ticking of
the clock as imagination takes
hold and abides in perfection.
Letters of Samuel Palmer 1891

EVERY DAY
Dream...

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I.

I’ve lost my sense of silence…

I’ve lost my self
So now I hate everything
I want nothing to do with anything
Does this make you sad?

It makes me sad, sure,
And even as I curse even that sadness
I cant not rip it off
I wish to burn my angel wings

The...

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Chills silvering down my spine
Cold sweat down my forehead
Trepidation coercing through my limbs
Teeth shivering; skin crawling
Pure unadulterated fear;
And then with great force
And beautiful agility
My husband
steps
On the little
spider!...

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There is I am
where the white dawn with the flying pigeons is
where the golden noon with glittering afternoon is
where the silvering dusk with rhythmic twittering is
where the silent contemplating night with poetic words is

Yes there is I am
where this dawn to dusk, night to day,...

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