Best Startlingly Poems

While November pleads with the heart, a sense of pure praise stills the light, comforting the rising rhythms of trembling beats, the cadence of autumn seeping into winter… by poet

In the doorway of November, still and quiet
Listening for the first flakes – silent
Soft and feathery...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours fly,
As sun stains skies in its final burst of passion,...

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“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her dream, “The Remaining”
She called Her hell, “The Bitumen Road”.
It was...

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For a friend

I rise, on my strong wings
On breezes of summer night
Gales of early morning
Soft breathes of late afternoons

Gliding on this wide kite
Rustling of feathers 
My eyes everywhere and nowhere
Seeing it all, observing complexity

Nothing, nothing can bring me down
Make me fall from heights
Highs, my Shangri-La
Euphoric...

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What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying chords of the gloomy view?

The cold that begets each blurred leaf moans,
It clangs inside the veins and blisters the bones.
I...

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3.



Or down yet another city street,
This Way down that grand Hiway,
That Third Eye opened:
Random patches of dandelion manifest,
Climbing the overgrown commons by the road;
Disappearing out of sight -
By the cracked, sun-blanched sidewalk;
Golden and deep emerald green dandelion
Over the smog-choked horizon.
Humanity on the brink,
Sliding down that...

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Yosa Buson haiku translations

On the temple’s great bronze gong
a butterfly
snoozes.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hard to describe:
this light sensation of being pinched
by a butterfly!
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Not to worry spiders,
I clean house ... sparingly.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown poison instilled merely into my air 
Blossomless springs, rainless winters...

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An abandoned dragonling I did find,
I took him in and built a metal shed
for this dragonling to lay his head;
he grew to have a profound mind.

When dragonling was about four,
books he actually began to read
and he did it with amazing speed;
through all books we had,...

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Part 4

this is a big high nine
to all my homies and homers and homoerotics
out there where the pedal hits the mental
as we head off upon a merry adventure
to the 20th century's aftermath party
with a bag of crushed Antarctic ice
hi kids it's time for another ride...

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Sister Mare, here is one last tear in your honor, coughed up indignantly
Without a bit of sanctimonious thought or belief that you might care
You, my poor choice sister, have long ago abandoned us significantly,
I had lost concern and caring, but you have a faithful sorrowful...

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Chopping wood sounds like shots - gunshots.
If they are done right, and these are.
Chop. Chop.Chop.  Shot. Shot. Shot.
I am outside, writing in the sun.
My hands are startlingly warm.
A sense of well-being surrounds me.
A pink aura has me in her grasp.
The wood chopping sound gets...

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PRECOCIOUS IMAGES

 power
to astonish
primped& glistening
 closely engraved
in a
narcissistic
  preciousness
subtle
 laced with
  arrogance
substantial
  boasts
  engaging conceit
  in structured
    fantasticals

 initially
an
aptitude for  colour
in a
 complex tangle
touchingly
inscribed
 with a typical
 contemplation
of
startlingly
delight
with
prodigious
 curiosity
which
lingers
 in the mind
so
palpable &
 infectious
   in
subtle
ingenuity

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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I smother my face 
In the coolness of the nighttime breeze,
Gently chafing my cheeks
Singing its nocturnal lullaby,
And the soft creaking of my rocking chair
Adding to the melody

I watch 
As what remains of the warm amber glow 
Gradually begins to fade
Into the darkness 
Of indigos and...

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Lance was a drifter, a gypsy, a loner, a lone wolf. Proud of it.
Not a highway man, not a flim-flam man, but a man who had traveled and knew things.
He had never settled down.
Or so he thought.
Until he met Lucy.
He recognized her instantly.
A blue-eyed, dark-haired...

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