Best Supplicants Poems

Ghosts of the Sun Dance

1. The Path

A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through the gardens of wrath

It echoes through me, this deep ambition
Half century of miles, lifetime compressed 
Much more than a race,...

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To eyes that see spiritually,
prayers at their most ardent
appear like random meteors
or lightening flashes,
ascending suddenly
amidst the myriad of points of light,
creations' more common invocations.

Burgeoning in sky as glitter dreams
or solemn supplications, and some
as fervent pleas from dangers' depths,
they rise and soar. . .
to the glorious...

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born under the sea, an irresistible force
  two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
  alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
  equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
  journey northward, surfacing, submerging
  surfing the waves again, a colder Hibernian dalliance
 ...

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To my Sweet  Grandma

Thy love, thy sacred smiling face
I cant forget till final breath 
Thy beauteous eyes, thy charming smile 
Thou are goddess of vale of Death

I often see thee in the dreams
Thinking of all the days bygone
O ! Come from mystery world of...

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Sunlight trickles through stained glass windows.
She kneels, a little apart from her fellows
who also seek salvation in water.
Her gray hair slips from her circumspect braid,
and her Sunday-best thrift-store garb
stands out because it doesn't.
Shaking fingers tap the rail
Nervous feet twitch as she waits.
The water flows down...

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es ist ein 'Rose' entsprungen

Just outside the city walls ringed in roses,
Rosenfriedhof, Rose Cemetery blooms,
fairest in the Fatherland.

Leaven cakes iced in concrete or royal brass
pan the gravel paths; the husks which lie here, 
no longer have a care, no longer wish for power,
no longer seek...

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St. Duloxetine, thee we beseech
Our chemical plaster to fill the breach

Between raw emotions and hard reality
Our primal instincts and plastic society

Give to your supplicants a brightened scene
With norepinephrine, serotonin, dopamine

So traffic jams hum not so loud
Mindless tasks morph to puffy clouds

Pastel pinks from glowing reds
Dark...

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The shadows from his younger days shake his resolve, 
and make a mockery of time 'til time be lost 
to moments of bewilderment, ne'er to evolve, 
they bounce and bluster errantly, much to his cost. 

Shades and silences, outbursts of ungoverned rage, 
cruelty breeds rancor,...

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Faraway images
Clearer impressions
Calico kittens
Conferring intentions...
Wistful companions
Abundantly joyous,
Singing reditions
Of Eventide's chorus.

Lastly, the supplicants
Soft eyed in questioning
Whisper endearments
With symmetry's blessing.

All of the questions
And some of the answers
Flower together
Surpassing imagining...

Softly and softly,
In quiet compassion
Embracing the dreamers
In wrappings of laughter
With butterfly rainbows
To use now as ribbons.

Tie up the wishes
And...

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On a throne 
                 in the depths 
             of 
       ...

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In a lonely garden there' s a shrine
where upon a rough hewn stone is writ:
“GOD IS LOVE.”

The devoted supplicants make wail,
water the flowers, feed with crumbs
the sacramental dove.

A priest, decrepit, feeds the holy fire,
rakes the embers of the holy hearth.
Heaven is grey above.

Daily he laments...

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The shadows from his younger days shake his resolve, 
and make a mockery of time 'til time be lost 
to moments of bewilderment, ne'er to evolve, 
they bounce and bluster errantly, much to his cost. 

Shades and silences, outbursts of ungoverned rage, 
cruelty breeds rancor,...

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...inspired by 'The Traveller' by W.H. Auden


The shadows from his younger days shake his resolve,
and make a mockery of time 'til time be lost
to moments of bewilderment, ne'er to evolve,
they bounce and bluster errantly, much to his cost.

Shades and silences, outbursts of ungoverned rage,
cruelty breeds...

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Shadows stretch, and hungrily


they gobble up the cold and homeless,


Joe and Mary shiver, searching 


street fronts for some sign of meekness.





Mary's pregnant, Joe is jobless,


faith and hope belie their plight,


all is dark, but wait, a flicker


penetrates the inky night.





Ken and Ted's auto repair shop,


first to...

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Indigo's child
lives in turquoise walled
creativity.
Her temple roof of cobalt glass
slashed with aquamarine
radiates peace with purpose
steel dolphin joyfulness
as sun's waves reflect
hourly hues, seasons shades
ever-changing.
Supplicants knock on ultramarine door
to hear pure lapis truth.
A lucky few sip tea from cups royal
As powder eyes see all, within
ice hearts dripping...

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