Best Surged Poems

He left his sneakers by the shore
A backpack too, was laid aside
to pick up when the sun had died

He claimed his other gear, instead
The thrill of rapids filled his head
and sounds of water drew him in
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In a room that once commanded great respect,
stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation.
There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings
and laughter rolling through the rows of seats
from the tongues of young fancies whose foibles
await the reverence paid to tales that may last 
a lifetime.

A...

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It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect, but I've seen better days
I've become numb to a cavalcade of bad news
That saturate the television, social media
The radio, the...

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The sun had grown dark on that fearful day
When Rabshakah, the Assyrian entered the fray;
Their armor and weapons glittered like gold
As they surged ’cross the plains to storm Israel’s fold.

But Hezekiah the king sought the Lord in prayer
To beseech God Almighty, His mercy to share;
The...

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there is a river in each soul
flowing smoothly over sand
bubbling over rocky beds
until each living drop falls

Daniel ran through my river
second chance at love
flowing on gentle currents in my heart
waking emotions that lingered in limbo

lily drifting with tide
caught by the strong arm of a tree
until...

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Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first love walked in.
One summer evening under moon's cool beam,
the desert's xeric heat no longer cursed.
Lazing with friends. A pool... in...

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I woke last night and read my Poe
and asked is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream of a dream?
I know what I don’t know what I know.

In Bethlehem’s cradle, a Child lay still
love's eternal flame, born to fulfill.
Mary, enraptured gazed...

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" Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs"
  - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Gold tinged paints dripped from the air,
under the clear opalescent autumn sky,
jade foliage turned to full-bloom flower,
I flew my heart like a bird over the canopy.

The canopy of your allure so beguiling
took...

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In tender light of pink sunrise 
under a sheer, swiveling sky,
you rescued me on jagged rocks, 
then from the haze, shined you and I.

This joyous place upon a strait       
over the gently roiling sands,
is where our love rose on...

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Under the shade of that proliferous maple tree we'd named
  I'd given you a piece of my naive exuberant heart
   when I handed over a fragment of shimmering red ribbon
     I still remember your reluctant smile masking paranoia

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Beneath my bridge the troubled waters surged
with white caps brazen under dark gray skies
and baptized in the waters I was purged
as “scales of blindness” dropped from off my eyes.

Below me rushed the waters turbulent,
turgid and rolling as the foamy brine.
Tossed in times of losses' great...

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WHITE-- PURE, pristine is the sugar coat, that's heaped like a SILVER crown
WHITE-- Eggshell ice makes a cracking SOUND, where the lake is edged with BROWN
WHITE---While SCENT of morning air smells fresh,  ORANGE sun is overhead
WHITE---A TASTE of cream, in coffee, BLACK, before I...

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CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS


The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such  are precursors inviting darkness lair

for  stormy   clouds   before   crowd  the  days.
Yellow horizon seem...

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An anomaly in furnishings, I was;
so avant-garde, I triggered smiles and buzz.
Not like baroque, ornate styles of the past,
my bona fide remake was made to last.

A cacophony of patterns- deja vu,
brought slow ennui; now time for something new.
With full carte blanche, my sharper look emerged.
Sparked...

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VIVA LA ELVIS

In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain.

One heart beating for the two, their spirits...

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