Best Submersed Poems

Submersed in thought, my mind flows. 

I'm a majestic river 

with all it's curves and bends 

running over rocks  and around obstructions 

gathering strength and speed. 

Above I catch a glimpse of the sun 

shimmering off the eye of a young cygnet 

So white...

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The songbirds are singing 
It's another sunshine day 
A light breeze is blowing 
Spring is here to stay 

Dressed in a flowered sundress 
Underneath the shining rays 
Visions dance before me 
An angel wants to play 

Her skin like the cool of winter 
Her hair...

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Constructing Catacombs


Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting fears, a famished fatalistic fungal

Corpses mounting high, Angels in the...

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The picnic was set for today:
A cause for two hips and hooray.
With Split and Blueberry,
Their time would be merry
That’s if nothing got in their way… 

The deviled eggs had to come first,
‘Cause a picnic without them’s the worst.
They proceeded to beg
The hens for some eggs,
And...

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My mind exposed completely to your expression,
Mindful of spirit, transparent you carry,
Your light follows, drawing me to a freedom
That brings a smile to the window of my soul.

Continuously unfolding God’s will freely moves
And as it echoes into an extension of radiance,
Just as the butterfly glides...

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A million ways to spend a day
not tried them all but have to say,

that if I had the way to when
I’d quiet find and open then

the pages of the poet’s hand.
Then fly away to distant land,

or feel the fire of deep desire,
submersed in words, I’d...

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So far offshore, but nothing was biting

Six-pack behind me looked so inviting

     New rod I placed on the deck

     Though it was just for a sec

‘Twas then an amberjack hit like lightning


The buoyant rod bounded over each...

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Because of Him the grass grows green 
And the sparrows sing their songs
The sunshine brings warmth to all the land
As the Easter season comes along. 
Because of Him, a child's birth
Is celebrated, sacred, and blessed 
An eight year-old child submersed in water
Cleansed and perfect, at...

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In timeless refrain he calls my name,
Beloved come to me.
The waves rush along destinies shores,
I'm submersed in the waters undertow.
Darling weep no more, I've  heard
Heartaches pleases, and heed
Necessities urgency
Shall death's black hand receive
Loves sacrifice.
I'm obligated to pay it's price
Know I, he lies beyond infinities...

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That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed a spell
and to wreak such a rune, His soiled soul...

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When I hear the voices of little children
early at dusk just before twilight comes
with their faces cloaked by
the shawl of innocence
waving goodbye to the setting sun,
my heart leaps for joy;
as I watch agape as they jump, chatter
and clatter with such intense vigour
on the open green...

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I panicked as you touched and I touched as you laid.
I knew no longer I would be afraid. 

Blushing and sweeping my feet wrapped with yours, hushing and weeping out 
of love, as we closed the door. Tickles and kisses while sleepy and weary, prickles...

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I often wonder
as I wander through wonder
receptive to the signs
projected from minds mines
exploding in invincible
imagination invisible

like cloak and dagger
I search for the truth
whether it be within me
portrayed without my boundaries
leaping bounds

offering sounds
collected in the skies daisy dairies
harvested in the sea
fermented in vermouth
causing the tides to...

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THE WILLOW, THE ALDER (& We)

The Willow and the Alder choose to stay 
By river bank and margin of the lake
Their roots, content, submersed, will thus defray
A thirst, to take libation and to slake

The Alder and companion the Willow
Endure when others suffer, drown or wither
In...

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iv.


within genesis, 
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis 
the water rippled as I slipped, 
silently screaming 
into this dazzling stream 
called life …


v.


clarity is and was
no cushion to float on, 
its...

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