Best Spars Poems

~ This poem is written in the 8686 syllable count style of one of my favorite Emily Dickenson poems, 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.'


'pon roiling sea a fierce storm brewed
  waves crashed within my veins
fueled by heady winds, they pursued
  to...

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I have from the earth grown pumpkins
Pregnant with a golden lust for words
And scattered seeds white as stars
Across the long green of desire. Birds
Have left wing loops in my brains, spars
Featherless in the wind for me to sail
But never did I want to be persuaded
For...

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SENSITIVITY

They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its halcyon days as a part of 
The impressive strata  at Palisades Park.
The statue in the museum of  Androcles...

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" Ship of Doom "

Ship of doom so sailed to sea ~
Dark her course... 'twas meant to be ~

Into seas this great ship sped ~
Her past... her history... of naught but dread ~
O'er those waves her bows did'st cleave ~
Her memories... but silken webs to...

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On par to manage joyful course
Approach to live without remorse
While dictums of insanity
Are grinding spars impaling me

Perchance to light upon derail
The most melodic harmony
The rest express to no avail
Irrelevant profanity

Experience of life prevails
Experience no sailing smooth
Pause to enjoy a hilltop fair
The valley comes, despair resumes...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon 
Predictable behaviour, 
When so lamentably remarking,
Then to inwardly digest;
Our conclusions...

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Unquotable quotes: Fat People – XXIX

(I know this piece sounds mean and cruel but as every single parent must have experienced, this is also the expression of utter exasperation, and perhaps there’s also the slightest hint of an iota of necessary truth in it after...

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Never, always, sometimes, have I scorned your love so 
Dear, sometimes, always, never, I caused you brackish tear

When glow’s pale moon-bow’s crescent, upon the altar rocks, 
We rest by surging water, where grayling’s gadfly hops

And never, always, sometimes, have you held my beating heart,
In hands...

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Cap'n & the Wench  *part the fifth*

Says the Wench to the Cap'n " We'll dabble in Real Estate!" 
So says the Cap'n to the Wench " 'Twould seem 'tis our Fate!

As Tales are often Told from Time to Time & Again~ 
So doth it...

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"Damn Bird"

All the King's Corsairs & Grand Sailors them all!
Went to winds in efforts enthralled~
Ken o'lone sailor whot's ayre so then gone~
Nay naught e'er whot's seen any day's dawn~

For once they did'st sail seas then so steep~
Naught o'fear o'anywhot's ayre 'er deep~
& the corsair's king...

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A squinting eye peers through a lens. 
Far down the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets,
to snap the file of wedding guests, 
dressed sublime, in summer's finest
who now arrive to share the day

Her older brother, winks a smile, and in his eyes
a warm embrace. The...

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You gaudy stars do not get giddy when I grieve
Nor wrest through clouds to melt this darkness
That so befits what logics to your destiny weave
For all dreams, and all theories prove finiteness
Where death draws the line,
And purposes find terminus
And we a quick, withered gust
To its...

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" WildWind "

This wind does howl with glee it so seems~
'Cross me bows & alongst me beams~
Wild abandon seems so such her realm~
Challengin' now to stand fast at me helm~

Aaarrrgh! Says me to this wind o'wild sea~
Drat yer random gusts & whirls gallantly~
Sail we will...

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Eyes wide open flourish reason,
battle yet is not something thou deed;
yet a subtle sense of all hearts mission,
convey's me somewhere beyond our being,
viola clumps an spars everywhere beaming; 
vision of an old linen, textured in gold,
lusting to eliminate deamoning,
tender for existence uphold 
bursting love in...

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The lakes edge 
Shone in silver light 
A moon , so bright, 
in a dark forest night 

The moon rose silently 
In a clear starlight sky 
The creatures of the night 
Came out in a dark forest, 
to play, in moonlight 

Such unnaturally tall trees,...

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