Best Sympathetically Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became a paper tigress in tatters; 
regrets and rejections  remorse...

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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn & it reminds me…  I...

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One obnoxious orangutan ordered oysters
Staff sympathetically said such supplies sold
Constantly complaining confronting chasing customers
Barred because before being boisterously bold

Two timid tigers tragically trembled
While watching woeful weasels wrestle
Standing straight shaking subconsiously scared
Displaying discomfort dizzy dribbling dreadful

Three talented turkeys taught tricks
Creating courageous crazy circus clowns
Amazingly always attempting...

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It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of attire, her hair as yet unspoilt. 
Although jewel less except...

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a disinteresting air

another gaze
within a full length mirror

a persnickety grimace
bandaids 
the severed slices 
of crystal
sleeping 
within my 
larynx

excuse my idiotcy
not utilizing 
punctuation marks
cmon darling
please        please
warrant my arrest

dementia is not covered 
under my insurance policy 
but 
cough  ...

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We laid hands on your empty corpse
We stretched hands to touch your soul
We cried sympathetically looking through your grave
We cursed the provocation that sounded your death knell
But again we are here and mourning
Crying for our beloved friend

In the depths of sorrow, we find solace
In the...

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My father recalls to me stories of his past,
gripping his fists tightly
as his faces turns gray
telling me, 
“Son it was a dark time for Lebanon”


Anxiously I continue listening 
spilling his inner suppressed memories 
“15 years… 15 years of blood and hate”


Buildings that once stood graciously...

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In the past, I was phoneless
I showed my dissatisfaction and sadness
Just by my facial expressions and foolish actions
Thank you, oh Lord of Accord, for an iPhone – 
Now, it’s fulfilling my satisfactions…
I was on my own, but not alone
Life’s a wild, wild roller coaster…
I got...

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What's true these days? This world we live in has so much lies we can't even 
tell the truth anymore. Real eyes, realise, real lies. If only people could see with 
the eyes they were born with. Did you know that you don't listen with...

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"Please, I've been wandering aimlessly," Whispered a breath among the trees.
In response rustled the leaves.
"Can you hear me?"
A pause followed the next breath.

"I'm tired and I want to go home."
The soul rest on its knees no longer wanting to roam.
Wearily her eyes scanned the trees.
"Please,"...

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For me the world becomes a playground, 
the gray concrete becomes the forgiving mulch
beneath the swing set. The clouds start to move slower 
and they all start to look more like dinosaurs or cowboys 
when I watch them saunter across the sky. 

The birds start...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


Dr. D. confers in panic 
with Rex and boys at the Limbo Saloon
by now my eyes are ping pong balls 
the final...

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MEDITATION      IS      MUSIC


The raga’s minor keys flood my mind, unlocking a balancing shiver, pranayama and Om,

Its rhythmic tones in harmonic relation,  echoing season and day, 

Draw  out tension and sadness in tear-stained sitar...

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Tired  2 0r 2 Tired



There’s another hole
My right foot has sympathetically
Decided to leach me out of

Going down, disaffiliating, deflation of the day
Forgive me, eleven hours non-stop
Leaves me numb in the head

I won !
Isn’t that wonderful……………… huh what !
Yes, thank you……………………………….so much

Two coffee cups make...

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WILLOWS

Willow rise and flourish —
A verdant contrast
To summer’s sun-blanched sky —
Lifting your branches ever high,
But then curving, draping 
In arcs on down, with your leaves
So set like rows of tears
In a passion of falling
Over the contours 
Of Mother Nature’s cheeks..
Inviting my spirit to sympathetically
Identify
The symbolic,...

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