Best Strews Poems

She isn't beautiful as Nefertiti was.

And unlike Helen, 

her face will never launch a thousand ships.

My Maggie's beauty is more open, than entrancing

more welcoming, than enthralling, 

more giving, than demanding, 

more durable, than perfect.

Perfection inspires no passion, 

no lust.

Nefertiti over Maggie? 

Maggie, with her woman's...

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The inky black water sucks her in further
As she descends into the black depths of the abyss
Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it reaches
Possessing her every inhalation – exhalation - it envelopes her with force
Takes her heart, reaches for her soul, it’s now...

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when the evening  wind dies
upon the mountain top,
when cold silence chills the night with her tongue,
when the shadows bid the forest be still;
i will return home to your arms
where dreams hatch 
and the world is in a whisper lost.

when the morning sun stretches out...

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after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

(1)

A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these sizzling surfaces.

It is not surprising I wear cool clothing
and masquerade...

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Sucking the gentle light from the sun
 fresh  grasses
Spring is awaking sleepy universe.
Buds are smiling,
Sky is turquoise
How a fairy this morning is?
Pure waterfall in the middle of green garden
Willow slowly brushes hairs down.
Tulip is shaming on her hairless
It looks like a picture
Some painter made...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? " 
Quote by _Constance La France 

I suspect that most major cities have abandoned houses.
I have lived in three large American cities, ranked in population, 
3rd (Chicago), 17th (San Francisco), and 35th...

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My wife, my huntress, rides the Holy Wind,
But still, daisies adorn her thick brown hair!
Her muslin robes blow out, her hair's unpinned,
Let dark thoughts try to chase her, if they dare!
For she outrides them all, strews flowers like hopes
And, with her hunting-dogs, argent, and gold,
She...

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Behold it's in my heart
Knocks the drums then
With own feathers' 
Nightingales moaning.
And over the salty' waves 
Gulls fly.
 
I pay what remain 
from the days of joy
Near the heart shades.
Maybe in the midst of sorrow
The poem sings to life.
Maybe amid the clouds return
Winged! accompanied with...

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Ambiance flourish, 
Strews cool odour of spring;
Feelings swing in inebriation;
Dreams too flow,
In the drift of bliss;
All seem awesome, 
Feel like life in paradise;
Narcissism blinds our eyes,
See nothing except green;
Veils our mind,
Lurks our thoughts;
Forget there is always autumn,
In the next stage of life;
Veins go weak and...

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Tuesday afternoon in November. 


Well this is, the ending of another day I’m looking out
 of the window the road is clean and tidy after rain.
The sun is coming out of hiding and strews golden dust 
on the window ledge, it is a sort of...

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Oil Change 
I’m not a poet never was, but I like to tell stories 
Most of the stories are for my inner ear, 
But for some reason my collections are called poetry.
I’m a practical chap, just changed oil in my car and
Filled up the coolant,...

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Cold weather front

 A few good days fooled us the cold weather returned we thought it was 
early spring. I worried if my almond tree had its buds been damaged
and will not bloom and strews petals on the lane,
 the illusion of frost, the princes...

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I, my me,
The identity;
Strews odour,
As floret rose;
Folks judge 
By the virtues, 
Of my me;

© Sadashivan Nair...

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What comes after
Nonstop tales
Ugly truth for that matter
Neverending stories that never get stale

It sucks
Unbearable to my ears
Perhaps it is luck
That I am not, to you anymore dear

Here comes regret
Being played in your game
Not knowing your shocking traits 
Long before I let my heart beat your...

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I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring 
the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr 
Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings   
and acorns full of french berets and nutmeg tinted plur  
falling down...

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