Best Stanched Poems

Daggled and bloodied, the young man lay upon the ground where he’d been 
left.. .left by vile men who, spurred by senseless hate and ravenous for a taste of 
violence, had lured him with false fellowship and brought him to this secluded spot 
by veil...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts 
   ready to...

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It was on a day quite ordinary
that the stream of consciousness
bore gifts of green and white
and frozen silver,
where the old ones walked.

For here a boy
about to turn away
broke off his waking reverie
when something, not quite rising
as a memory,
thrust in upon the scene
and bound its peace.

From...

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My cigarette is burning in the ashtray
I'm trying but I can't sleep
There are too many things on my mind
How do you do this to me
Another long drag on that cigarette
But all my nerves do is race
Now I'm searching all my memories
Just looking for your face
The...

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Mothers have come
from throughout Earth
to bury our post-Trumpian dead.
Bringing both gifts and lamentations
as each finds appropriate
for healing
what cannot be stanched
and scabbed.

As gathering 
we choose who will speak among us,
for this Earth eulogy.

At last our voices conjoin as bilateral one,
speaking back through history
and forth toward fading...

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I arrived with the face of a ghost, or an apparition
of belief that substance could be contained within a
box of stone...or upon the bark of a tree, a memorial
existing only in the vacuole of one's stanched chest.

The universe is calling us to be ourselves, though
it...

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Apple of my eye darling daughter numero deux gifted me...

Twenty four years ago –
February 4th, 2023,
whose existence begat 
by this dada and da mama aye
revel in your bursting at figurative 
seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over the telephone, your aura, charisma,
and persona finds me...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of running in a field wearing
my Keds,
a sea of daisies and lavender
as wild rabbits sprinted in the
timothy.

So much, also,
of turbulence and...

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my life was dull,boring and a choir. 
From the state I was born I no longer adored

I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her 
happiness was still haunted.

Born from the parents of regal perception,
all through her life she maintained...

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    Of ocean’s roar, dark tales are told
      Of swimmers dragged into its fold 

    Incautious choices, foolish-bold
      Ne’er seen again, their bells have tolled 

   ...

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The race for this thing still goes on and you have to meet me before the break of dawn, somewhere beyond the clouds I envision an oracle coming out of the sea and the people are standing in long lines waiting for thee.

They have been...

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PARROT PAIR 

                Parrot pair perching on branch,
                thinking deep, also taking rest,
  ...

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