Best Stave Poems

Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of...

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I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so...

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns...

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"Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas"

Engagement came at a cost
the written word read 
and worn like a purple robe 
to keep out the cold 
stave the...

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Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours;
the only light flashes dim
from a distant lamppost. 

My mind’s contrarily still charged 
with words, chores, lists, sacred...

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“Laws of the land enslave our people”

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The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
        ...

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I will rise
You may write me down in history,
With your bitter twisted lies.
You may tread me in the vary dirty 
But still like dust, I...

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A poet's work [like journalists] is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, to start arguments, to shape the world and...

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You never hear a person say:
“True fascism has never been tried!”
But when it comes to Socialists
you hear that nonsense all the time.
From Venezuela to Russia,
from...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a...

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Whoever finds themselves alone,
To make their bed a slab of stone,
Goes there but for the grace of I
To contemplate the reason why.

Who knows the journey...

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Hope is the bird that guards it's 
young dreams from the cold
frostbite, wanting them to last
long enough to see a spring where
they can hatch into...

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I donned a cloak of sadness, too heavy to bear.
My frowns, deeply etched from doleful despair.
Then he came into my life;  blue eyes smiling,
like...

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On her front porch, the elderly lady stood
Sending forth a farewell starts with a wave
Wait for the tires to be silent in the woods
The sound...

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