Best Subtlety Poems

Crowned poet,
posthumous Queen 
of the private world, 
you explored
every subtlety of the soul
and mapped the wonder
of existence 
to its last drawn breath.

What price did you...

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Closing the lamp as another year shuts off
I am between solitude and scream --
when dusk’s music aches like a groan
as brother's demise wraps veiled nights
in...

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It is the fragrant peel of Florida's fruit that comes in convenient slices.
The savory citrus that packs a punch - to my tongue it simply...

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I often cower at the thought
of conflict, and what grief it's brought -
while you have courage to engage the fight
for what is right.

I frequently will...

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I feel your spirit in the trees
        As your blessed birds
Surround me with their song.
   ...

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Pain had I ignited bright
Through my silence, had my hurt worsened
Denied conversations with all for superficial reasons, I had
Forgetting that love was my life
And people...

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He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted...

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After the reaper appears for us,
And our vital bodies rendered to ash...
What great proof will remain of our love?
Will the after years shed less light
On...

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Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?

As though they were dried palm...

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Malady gently receives the hand of familiarity
and began a dance of deception.
Anguish bowed politely to oppression,
when vulnerability appeared.
Destruction cut in,
angering her partner subtlety.
Lies twirled in...

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indescribable,
untranscribable ~ 
imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume
spiraled me into a quandary
of dirty laundry, penance,
no superintendents in attendance

I come from ragged boys, no poise,
just noise ~...

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-    -    -  Call her “Tempest”, for hers are eyes of storm.
-  Winds of passions held at...

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Running Away by Maria Magdalena Oosthuizen



I am a part of each leaf that loses its 
chlorophyll and fades from green in the maze 
of my...

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It has not once left me alone, the stubborn beauty,
It has called to me to be at last solved,
But I had left its secrets alone,...

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The Amistad Mutiny

Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains...

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