Best Someday Poems

As this week closes into hours of pewter night
may the moonlight touch your lips while
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined.
Though I may not...

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On the day 
that John Lennon died, 
people were just going 
about their business 
as they did every day. 

Mark David Chapman 
was reading 
Catcher In The Rye 
void of his holy self.
 He...

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I sure miss the old hymns of ages past.
With tattered edges their message still lasts.
Those five stanza’d jewels I know by heart--
“The Sweet By and...

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In
your 
absence
I float in
psychedelic ink
to design a labyrinth with 
rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors.
But, if stars were gold, and I am love,...

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oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with...

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When I was just a wee one
          my mom taught me to dance
   ...

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My eyes cry for
fuschia glimmer on 
indigo waves again,
but all I see are 
haunting hues
of black sequin
glittered epitaphs;
reflections of hollow 
clouds enveloping cold air;
building tension...

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A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet)

I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time.


"A Rational...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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"Grief is the price we pay for love " 

              ...

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I hope you would still remember me as we were,

every time you see pristine 

passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.

When clouds smear our unspoken love...

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Last winter I refilled my blackened quill with a        
  dose of your sensual sonnets,
allowing your soothing...

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TO THE FLOWER

Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight;
amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.

Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free...

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It was a long time ago, in another age
Where the shifting of the wind
Knew where I began
A place so far away, 
Somewhere distant, in childhood...

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There is a sacred place, beyond the deep blue skies
while living, we cannot go, and where birds cannot fly
a vast, mysterious realm, not meant for...

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