Best Surface(A) Poems

My words were rewritten until they became yours
As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts
Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction 

I wanted to resist all of those good intentions
Yet I knew you wanted your best words for me
You weren't listening so you couldn't hear...

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I will always remember the moment we met.
(Haunting woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette)
The glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn
overwhelming the dreams of a slumbering fawn.

I will always remember your singular smile
(Fusing fantasies, fancies and phantoms the while) 
when I brought you...

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The old stream doesn’t burble 
like it used to in Spring’s past -
rambunctious in youth  wild it ran
racing the sun and chasing the moon
splashing  leaping  and  tumbling 
over, down and around  rocks in its shallow channel -
giving it rollicking laughter

The...

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Rambling across the grassy flowering meadow,
She felt like walking on air, as she flipped off her shoes,
She ran across, feeling the dewy fresh morning grass,
All dotted with a kaleidoscope of colourful wildflowers.

She came down to the rivulet, her favourite place.
Instinctively she looked into the water...

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Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the...

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space-time serves a purpose
being that, said 'space' is predetermined but,
it is dimensions of the fourth that matter
from depths to surface; a return from hell

(...till late at night that which mattered
would be broken, smote, and shattered
oers't my chamber floor, and
nothing more...)

now in the sun
i see
what it...

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Written: June 23, 2023
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Bonds packed with zeros—harmony, grief, regrets,
In this endless cycle, memory no longer begets. 
Your poetry is a symphony that stirs my soul.
But also a river of nausea in which I swim, whole.

Lonesome, dispossessed, my being in unrest,
A fetish for the departed, my electrons...

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Alabaster white, brazen in bold 
can’t be bought or sold!

Silent as it is Sinister 
somehow that alabaster glows?

Surface, a bony texture; cracks, fissures 
like something living once long ago 
in antediluvian halls…

A house sits in its red marrow, bone-white walls!
not knowing tomorrow only knowing what...

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The Empty Bench
Sayings for a friends – Kimberly - photo cards.

(1) A lone sentry watches in silence, the silence.
Waiting to comfort, for company, for companionship,
for conversation, for the silence to be permeated
by some life, any life, as life eventually does, and often.

(2) Alone sentinel stands,...

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Riches
Rampant beneath
The surface, a body
Dressed in curves, hard edges, and sea
Bounty.

Goodness
That is needed
By the masses, a gift,
Yet used for self gain carelessly 
A rift.

By those
Who pursue greed
Seeking gains and power
Without the checks and balance of
Nature.

We see
The ugly truth
Over the globe, high bill
Of disasters and waste...

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The river.


In waves it flows and rages full;
In moonlight it slows and trickles still.
In sunshine it roars a tumultuous call.
The river flows throughout the seasons and throughout the hills.


Down in the valley, the water still runs;
At first just a drip, then a tidal wave. ...

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Sentences dripping with meaning, we sit,
                Foetal in a blissfully repetitive equation,
Extinguished stumps of trees taking brief roots
            ...

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Sayings
In a country of 
Bald people 
The wig maker is
The king 



If throwing a stone
At the moon 
That floats on 
The surface a lake 
You will shatter 
A beautiful image 
And ask 
What the hell did 
I do this for?

Motherhood

Even if female 
Crocodiles 
Are good...

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In the desert skies turn silent on the evening red
Sun continues drifting down the dunes to set
Burnt brown over quick sands sinking

Camels find a footing that is not there
Slip on the soft sand measured
While they tread on to Casablanca
A distance from the stars
Sure not to...

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Dream with Me

 The sunset swallows the horizon line.
 Standing at the edge of what seems an endless sea.
 Shadows recede and give way to a star-lit sky.
 it's in the night I find what's in-between, what's real and what's a dream.

 Perception varies, questions...

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