Best Strivings Poems

My Favorite Things comes to mind...


a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing all sense

visions and nightmares and hallucinations
erudite arguments, odd fascinations
old geezers fondling memories of things
most folk would not to mixed company...

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TIME KEEPER

Early morning
Late p.m.
These could be thankful periods of silence
The world drowsy
Or still asleep
And my teeming head      hopefully      
      emptied out
What marvelous devolvings might be refreshed
When one is in a...

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O child of stone, outcast, alone,
succumbing to desire.
Inside your chest, you’re sorely pressed,
assailed by a liar.

Do not believe the tales it weaves:
the lost, untethered heart.
Though it deceives, it silent grieves
the time it spends apart.

When realized, it bitter cries
for wounds it did impart,
and scarce conceives, much...

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Ruffling gold blooms and leaves, hue dimmed by time
A gilded frame holding a slice of life’s history
I’m drawn into the younger man, the vision sublime
Sailing stolidly upstream towards his destiny

A castle in the sky, all ether and phantasm
Drawing him nigh with its ivory flirtation
The possible...

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There’s an addict residing deep within me-
Seeking and probing for the seventh si,
In the abode of the Conscious Spirit~
Solmizate a song which on my life writ.
 
Probing for one single way of rhythm,
My strivings to stay an eternal pilgrim….
Where qualms and turmoil disappear,
A trip of...

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January 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 6-8

Key Verse - Genesis 6:8 But Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO FIND GRACE IN YOUR EYES

To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a blessing
Despite my carnality...

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I’m carbon-based,
Resurrection cornerstone foundation laid
Diamond made

These obsidian eyes
sardius shine ...
agate Illuminating
my igneous bright coal face

With volcanic intensity,
my onyx lips glow
And the chest cavity 
			         pressure beneath
	   			        ...

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Feelings, my deeper feelings,
Walk me down to two different meanings
Of romance won through uncontrollable strivings

Reminiscing my blooming love in youthful pinnings
When I cried my heart out on sunset evenings
Yearnings surmounting on desirous heartstrings

Nostalgia of the golden era in my early teenings
Listening to Andy and Julie...

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I should have said this on that fateful 9th of December
The year 2009 when your breath forsook the corporeal
And went to roam among the gay dancing stars;
And failure to say it has dealt my heart an incurable beal.

I know that late is better than never...

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In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and polyphonic purest capital boundary roots
for future's river flow investment
out-flowing down
from Earth's absorbing rain
back through tributaries
toward saltwater seas of creolizing cultures,
estuary...

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Rich dark blanket of night,
Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep,
You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings.
Half of the world sinks into rest.

Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brightness.
Into the dense fabric a droll designer deftly fashions
Small snips, eyelets, delicate cuttings, 
Wheeling patterns – the geometry...

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Now is the time to be asking the night,
under a cloudless sky lit by the moon,
when in the future will all things be right?

Now is the time to be asking how soon
war will be ended, and there will be peace
under a cloudless sky lit by...

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BITTER    LEMON.


I want to cut my teeth
On the rind of a bitter lemon
And feel the veins of wintry night
Caught in eddies on the frozen lips.

To follow the paths of the sea
Or to the creatures of sultry nights
Places where agonies kept vigils
In tear...

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Compassion sings in velvet vibrato violin strokes, thrumming upon
an ivory frame suffused in dulcimer tones of need.

Half deaf we echo broken words, sharp jagged phrases, defining
the borders of empathy, binding the reach of the heart.

Compassion lays bittersweet trails on the tongue, late fall berries,
bursting in...

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CHILDREN   PLAY.

The children play in the sunshine
In a nascent dawn born of baited bliss
Three pronged foot webs in the sand
Of creatures hungry in the meddler nights.

The dreams that hold immensity of night
Forms sound- sculpted in zones of skies
Strivings born of the search for...

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