Best Steads Poems

Fantasy 2-22-24  
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Parade

At midnight dawn my mind escapes parting the stars
Making my way to a summerland torchlight parade
Where grand marshals of zebra fish 
Lead the festival from fiery snow drifts of spun clouds
Making way for tunes and flourishes of the flugel zoots
Dressed in braided...

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HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic...

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The cowboy he rode on out of the hills
Slumped over his good horse Fred.
Covered in dust, the least of his ills,
Both he and the horse half-dead.
He took a long drink to clear his head,
And felt a shutter, then a long wait,
In the motion of poor...

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                     If you only knew ...,
                   ...

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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth flavored by his best 
aged wine pressed from the sweetest of the vineyard grapes.
I close my eyes - my spirit hears my beloved drawing  near 
strength as the steads of Pharoahs Chariot - soft...

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Jeremiah did not hesitate,
he drew one up into his sights.
His Kentucky fired in dawn’s glow
caught a redcoat, dead-to-rights.

The others charged, sabers drawn,
so Jerermiah fled into the near forest.
Hiding and quickly reloading his gun,
the British charged leaving him no rest.

The redcoat horses found themselves slowed
by the...

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Chasing wild stallions
Taming the beasts
Was her goal, so it seems
In her dreams
Running after them
They, who can’t be tamed
She, who can’t win
Chasing wild stallions
Taming bucking steads
Enormous goals that are bittersweet
Leave now, while your mind is intact
For' tomorrow your heart surely suffers from panic attacks...

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Comments to read, comments to read
Sobs and tears, wailing and heartbreak
Comments to read, comments to write
Long flowing pens and paper by the reams
Belly laughs, smiles and inspiring joy
Friends without faces, galliant men on fiery steads
Heroic women with compassionate hearts
Long flowing gowns and rolling landscapes
Comments to...

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If there none to be of poetry
The night would have no stars
to guide love slaves their incentive
to produce yet a simple flint to spark
and swoon pulsating hearts their claim
steads a blank page none commit to mind

If there none to be of poetry
Shakespeare would be a...

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In Remembrance I recollect
Those who've starred in war
Notorious our gallant men
Faced all that was to bare
Rushed their minds
In front line
Shall they live
Engaged in battle
Thoughts they must have had
Military machine moves forward

Every pace
A moment in history
Measured in
Lives on either side
Barbaric, brutal, broken bodies
Truths untold
Running scared
Religious prayers
They...

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*Image of Inscriptive Elements by Pixabay.

Plain Truth: Christmas

HARK, a majestic consequence proves itself,
bribing through a period that steads neath calendrical overcast skies.
Nowadays, the calamity of Christmas,
where the whole of Japan celebrates,
yet one percent of Japanese observe the Christian faith.

THUS, is the way of other faith...

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Grenfell tower 
ruptures the horizon, 
London's skyline is scarred
like a blackened diplodocus 
or a charred monument
for a laconic London bridge 
still burning

But look, 
linen wraps its iron-bones
mumifying the city's underclass-
an icon for future generations 

oppressively, 
grief hauls a heavy granite cross 
as sharp rocks splinter...

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tell me blue tell me
something that's out I had said
told was true by you

sticks and stones can break
my bones but names will never
hurt ~ my sticks and stones

there are three things that
can't be hid ~ sun moon truth and
your fat ~ make it four

bite the...

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"The hourglass parts paternally and maternally with life flowing in between," ... by The Poet.

granules enigmatic essences yields              the life source 
          ...

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III.
It was near midnight when they came again,
four warriors armed all with flaming brands,
Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep,
and poured out bullets as the horses ran.

He managed to shoot one off of his horse,
but the trio screamed and charged in once more,
Harold said”They’re fools...

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