Best Skillfully Poems

ETERNAL RECURRENCE*


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“I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before and
 I hope to return a thousand times after.”  GOETHE 
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Once upon a time, 
The Lord of spiritual consciousness was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne...

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Day -
dreams drift,
until they drown
in the morning dew


Certainly 
circling moments -
those teasing tantalizing
thoughts, sweetly surround you 


They
skillfully hide -
poetically from me
. . emotions of mystery magic


Only -
the dew
seems to understand,
those delicious, delicate desires 


Longing 
to dive -
in pure ecstasy,
the vibrations of you


Playfully . . 

~...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown in sweetened 
textures of afterglow-soil, 
always blossoms upon 
decayed fossils...

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It’s always a good practice when living on a farm,
To have a family of cats living in the barn
They always keep the rats and mice at bay and furnish humor too –
Wherever you find kittens there’s usually a laugh or two.

Now, I remember one time,...

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We see ourselves unimpeded initially 

Some are stricken with a view artificially 

We are told by others very specifically

There is a ceiling so proceed timidly

We try in vain with no support futilely

As we age blazing the path dizzily 

Sometimes we see the results dismally

Eventually we...

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Armed with chainsaws in the field, two young men are shirtless guests
with shoulders bronzed by sun and sweat.
The timbre in the August sun has scattered birds and stirred unrest

   The tree they'll slay has leaves of gold, 
   lacing branches frail...

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU   Dancing Bird


Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window, 
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion 
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was...

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Music of Love

On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs, 
you plunge into a vortex of musical love. 

Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for...

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"To play a wrong note is insignificant, to play without passion is inexcusable"
                                ...

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            i know
the moment the wind becomes more than a melody, 
   when shapes skillfully surround     me
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SPRING CONSTANZA - NOT FOR CONTEST

New life arrives in stunning spring
When many animals give birth
rejuvenating mother earth 

I love to hear the bluebells ring
when I am strolling in the dell
zephyr winds carry their sweet smell.

Blackbirds open their beaks and sing
As they skillfully build their nest
They...

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Sweetened dung is shoveled down
gluttonous throats with eager appetites for
alleged misdeeds skillfully spun
into a frenzy of sensationalized hype
by media-seasoned reporters.
.
Seduced by speculation and hearsay,
a jury of pseudo-intellectuals assembles
neatly with moral turpitude tied
smug and tight around rigid white collars
stained heavy with sweat and anticipation.
 
She stands...

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You want emotion...
Tell me, ask me, beg me to show you my soul, my secret place where my muses dwell.
My living hell. The tainted sea of all me, so what...so you can wash in the river of my insanity...well since you asked so nicely...and that...

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Spring

As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know,
you’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.

With an experienced artist’s colorful brush,
you skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush. 

Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain,
ravaged Earth you renew with rainbows again.

Crocuses yellow and white are brightly blooming,
oh...

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I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein

I pretended such positivity 
Holding happy forward as my shield
Your attack so precise and persistent 
cold and calculated you would not yield

You left little to the imagination
Expressive expletives...

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