Best Streamline Poems

From Edinburgh’s Waverley to Kings Cross
At journey's rest before terminating chaos,
Winding through the serene countryside
Spying a glimpse of the North Sea tide,
Rolling along in my soul a rhythmic song
Dismissing the world and all that’s wrong,
At our head the streamline ‘Silver Link’
Amazing speed pressure gauge to...

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I long to soar with the eagle 
To fly uninhibited about the earth
Looking down onto the mountains 
Admiring their rocky faces
To feel the clouds brush over me 
While having the wind streamline down my back
To meet the evening sky with all its brilliance
And circle in...

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"A Mackerel Sky" 

shadows like sun 
dance across 
an ocean of tears

salt for the stinging
walking on clouds
with the Fisher King, 

as if in school 
in the swim of things 
fishing nets for love

all in the eye 
of the beholder
wisdom like pearls

sown, 
an inevitable plant, 
pregnant...

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Victoriana 
Pier 
Stands 
Monumental.....

Of the glory days long gone
The train rumbles on as a confused old lady
Unsure of her destiny yet still she travels on

Young faces embrace with baited breath
Peering anticipation pressed on smeery glass
Wooing and cooing as objects roll by
Parents smile in adoration as...

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SUICIDE NOTE

If you need to learn the alphabet of war
Start from 'A' man who bit his own tongue
He will let you know how pain becomes small pox
That writes sore poems all over the body.
Leave a sad man to a piano
And he will find the right...

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Deeper than Deep
Deeper than the Oceans can keep
Deep down below
Beneath the layers we keep 
The sorrows that we weep
Tears fill the oceans we see
May they rise up and be our relief 
To the sky we look up and we reach
At the Horizon we gather we...

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Dark-colored prince in his 
prime
Strolls amidst summer 
heralds
As he masticates
Thrill takes me away


His streamline hairs curve 
downward
As they drench in 
nature's touch
Sharp dark eyes dart in 
degrees
Amidst green grasses  


 For Carol Brown's 
contest: ‘A horse story’...

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Your love embraced me.
Streamline muscles rippling.
Strong and statuesque –

Sweet mesmerizing
Steele gray eyes that melt my heart.
Pierced my resistance.

Every tomorrow
We two became one essence.
Forever converged. 

© February 2, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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Every morning will be 
glad for its noon
Not a drying debris of a 
forgotten lagoon
Where fishes fret, 
streamline too soon

To swim deeper like us 
cowering in hustle;
Mosquitoes chance on a 
scrotal hair- to shuttle,
To srike is di-
pain.Labourous fund's 
fumble

Upon the rind and egg-
shell. And proud...

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The approbation for approval of a bountiful elicitation.

An evocation that is a stimulant. 

As it  calls up (draws forth) a particular class of behavior.

Thus, we draw out  an altruism for the philanthropic devotion,

To the said principles; henceforth, being compliant and acquiescence.

We  follow...

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I Am Not an Eagle

Majestic, streamline,
bold symbol of power.
No way a fat, old guy
represents a country.

Soaring to great height,
the breeze his plaything.
I am a ground plodder,
gravity holds me close.

Eyes sharp and bright,
no movement unnoticed.
Eyes clouded with cataracts
my vision needs magnified.

Razor sharp beak and talons
rend and...

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I was speaking with my good friend
Donald John
the Evangelist for AntiChrist
the other day.

And I had to ask,
Donald John,
Why are you so against health care
for all our not yet slaughtered
and otherwise dead already?

Except perhaps health services 
exclusively for those able to buy a hospital
for themselves
and their...

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Wake-up 'O' friend... !

Wake up 'O' friend, wake right-up from thy stupor,
Wake yourself up now, from the mind and senses induced torpor!

Wake-in to the awakening that longs to see light,
Wake in to the 'Self' with true Will, 'your true right'!

The first step to it is,...

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Your eyelashes are the roots of a tree
While so much sweetness turns into liquid
I stood below them drunk
Drunk, between two worlds in the infinity

Streamline thy eyelashes glazed dreams
I break into a thousand pieces of crumb
When I gather, again between two worlds I am
Surprisingly, me, you...

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and my CNN opened on a breaking news on a dark street in Libya, about Nigerians chained to be sold as slaves.
the television slide and roved over,
their tears shattered and their blood spoke of pains on the blazing ground. 
the newscaster hid her face,
the screen...

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