Best Stenciled Poems

Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his 

Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above 
these highest places 
where power reigns
crushing down  
in white 
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history" 
squeezing 
draining the meaning 
out of good...

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Winter whitewashes Autumn's decay,
and yet, you know that Spring will soon show.
But, as snowflakes bury Fall's array,
depression deepens with each fresh snow.

Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay;
stand exposed, chiseled by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in statuary grey;
like outstretched fingers, bare branches freeze.

A brisk breeze wrestles...

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community dues.
Dawned smiles a first morning’s remark
nurtured those long talks into the dark.
Days pushed strollers on pathways to
lunch dates from sidewalk...

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Porcelain doll hangs on shadows and wings
Of twilight’s frame. Guarding an autumn child,
The toy lightens ink of stenciled dusk
As her enamel fingers gleam like candles...
Yellow the stars where she comes from
robed in  fine lace . Through heaven’s  print
An angel in disguise bestows love,...

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The one room school house always was too full.
The windows oversized and chill on winter days.
You sat behind me, I thought you were real cool,
one day you passed a note to me to say...

I Love YOU, you wrote in colored pencil.
I kissed the yellow paper...

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My drowsy eyes turn to wander
Where window gazing, finds a crescent moon 
Rifting the darkness, and against it's light
A magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep loveliness is there,
I turn to you...  
  
You...

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No need for wishing

We waltzed on the moon
while the universe slumbered
Strolled through a maze at 
the edge of midnight

Stenciled a heart on 
the clouds found at sunset
Painted a garden 
in jasmine delight

Watched as the day dawned
a silken mosaic
Laid in the grass
neath a heaven sent view

Bid...

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Drenched of hell’s insanities 



Sending chills this tortured spine, 
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime 
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair, 
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge the square 
of all that’s lost and is remaining

Washed along...

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He was always at the same spot, least everyday I passed
In the snow, rain, cold or really hot his shadow was cast
He never really said much or took people out of their way
But many people he did touch his sign just saying to pray

Some people...

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a torn sun once wholly wise, the kind that sparkled whistling eyes
now a broken porcelain ,echoing screams from windows’ stain
booming through shattered rooms, waters of black -skinned moons
swish-swash slammed again, those gulps that cannot quite...

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Being a dreamer is never boring,
	Its like a boat without its mooring,
You can pretend to be a fish,
	Swim a bit, laugh, act so childish,
Or you can fly to the nearest tower,
	Dig a hole and plant a flower.
When the moon is howling full,
	Pensive ideas make their...

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The yellow pages wither away in this red undertone 
Our world once reconnected behind wood and glass
When two hearts were disconnected by the world so vast
To the love posted in units of time…get me a coin fast!

At the corner of Cosmos and Maxwell two minds...

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The breeze stenciled in gray as night dims low
Engraving war's moments, blood of sorrow.



Rhyme Battle: Round 6 , Juli-Michelle...

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Mother Nature picked her paintbrush up
and stenciled in some hues
soft yellows, purples, reds and pinks
and  pastel  powder blues.

She rose from a snowy slumber
it was now time to ignite
her color wheel to replace
a world still dressed in white.

Ushering in a  tranquil breeze
commanding the...

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Valentine’s Day:
The annual sabbath of pacifists,
exhibitionists,  and abiders,
conflated into a single wilting of wills,
destined to the jaws of a shredder,
or landfill,
blocking the visibility and scent
of sustenance for buzzards
and other parasitic organisms,
designed to sustain
the ecological balance of decay,
when if forgotten,
will leave one
in a similar state...

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