Best Straightens Poems

(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans l'heure bleue deux"



He sits at his desk
like some frozen soulless
vintage Christie’s Automaton
It’s a Grey day, he’s a 
world away as...

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He has learned to earn joy from paying sorrow's fee
He has learned to turn and fight and never to flee
He has unloosed the burden of false royalty
Cast off at low-tide to be swept out to sea
His bended back straightens to a minute degree
He walks a...

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Head down
The old woman sews 
A dress
Nimble fingers 
Marking each stitch
The whirring of machines
Whirling and whirling
Round and round
Threading memories
Of another time
Reminding her
Of a night
Long ago
When she was afraid 
To speak to a boy 
Sitting next to her.
As her busy fingers work
She remembers more
Of that summer...

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He sits on her bed, the one where he held her,
And thinks of the emptiness left in the sheets…
Subtle impressions that linger there still,
Cold now.

The pillow shows traces of sleepy caresses,
Errant hairs cling to flannel and cotton,
Forgotten that morning in haste for the door,
Closed now.

Books...

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When I am looking at the end of the board, my world shrinks down to that one foot at the end of the board. My hands swing gently back and forth, and back again. My mind tries to focus letting all the noises from outside...

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I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont of North Carolina with gusts exceeding 100mph. I really wanted to see that eye.  On the pretext of needing to check my weather station, I waited for the wind to stop...

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Verbum Caro, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Verbum Caro by T. Wignesan

Glory to the resuscitated Lord
Incarnate cry of the Flesh becoming Verb
The body is not the place of death
Where the soul feels alright despite revulsion

He who holds his nose
While passing his house full of droppings
Whatever be...

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The turf is wet. 
Tinny rap splashes out, booming and the players are bouncing
Like boxers, ready for the air-balls
That they cleanly tap and set on the ground
With the surfaces of their cleats.
The rap is crashing.
The rain is dripping
From a sky done raining, 
Just feeling sorry...

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From the ashes of superstition,
like a Phoenix we have risen!
As he puts on his White Lab Coat
of Unthinkable Wisdom.
In reality... yet constantly dreaming.
Under a microscope he tries to find meaning.
Building blocks of existence,
a scientist's relentless persistence
to become acquaintances with amoeba,
and lay to rest the concept...

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i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have...

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My best Friend is my Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ Who knows my condition!
My soul He freed from hell’s eternal damnation
He redeemed me, assuring me His salvation
Making me a heaven-bound citizen with eternal life’s possession.
	
My best Friend is my satisfaction Grantor Who shows my bestowed...

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In the pew in front of me,  two gray heads, 
backs bent forward. The woman straightens her jacket 
over the bulge between shoulder blades, a ruby 
rosary resting on the seat beside her. At the Peace, 
they kiss like lovers they once were, but...

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In a little wood box
lies her greatest treasure
A priceless gem
worth can't be measured

In a little wood box
There's a pair of shoes
A special gift
for church and school

She wants to run to it
Wants to look inside
But she can only sit
and stare wide eyed
There's someone talking
she can't hear
There's...

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You posture that smile
'Til it fits beneath guile and
Straightens my essence....

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Ol' Jimmy Jam Jones
he's got noodles for bones
it don't bother him none
he just hums to the strum
of a tune, just for fun
that plays quite loudly 
in his old ear drum.

Yep, he's got poor jelly legs
they whip and wobble all day
but Jimmy Jam, he don't quiver
or...

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