Best Tell Apart Poems

Voices from a poets pen 
Soft ones, loud ones...now and then 
Speak your tongue, let it be told 
Let us hear your heart unfold 

Pen on paper how you feel 
Then show us all...poet's zeal 
Told in tone...to tell apart 
Unfold your voice, in your...

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3/1/2016

A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Disillusion from this reality by an unmended heart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night

Taken by the beauty , drawn in by the moonlight
Was is all a lies , was my love...

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Fuzzy little balls of fur, 
 Sleep, stretch, then yawn.
Snuggle up to warmth, 
 and keep me up 'til dawn.

Eyes that are opening, 
 and at first they are blue.
Can't wait to see the final color.
 I love to gaze at kittens so new.

Each personality...

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When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world 
when its concomitant panic and pain freak out
it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled
e'en as proctective gears barely eke out.

Isolation wards owe you diligence and devotion
ICU hours witness your will and willingness in motion
solely...

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Cult and trend and recalcitrance 
I'm from the streets and have seen things
But this I have to admit is beyond me
It's hunting season and they are all in
Pontificating politicians demanding penance
Pointing fingers at pimps and king pins
Attracting the attention of sharp shooters

It’s a dreary mess...

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Lingering Hearts

It will start on a golden summer's eve, 
when you see her playing with her hair. 
A breeze will blow black locks against her face, 
and her eyes will raise in bemused surprise.
And past seeds of dandelion and glittering lights,
which pass through the whispering...

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The mind is the devil, not the heart,
when in doctor’s garbs, can’t tell apart,
an engaging smile, then the death blow,
some died real quick, some very slow.

the touch was soft, voice saintly gentle,
poured potion with love to dismantle,
they drank never to wake up again,
did they die...

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in your own backyard
people being tortured by a game
of making your life unfair
without breaking any laws
people like charles manson have proved it
a manipulative emotional blackmail
of lies they are told
that they then experience

Martyred by my sex life
and a musical message of your
november rain
the impulse of 21...

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eh…,heh…,neh….
infant’s snivel!
can be put down
in many ways,
in different languages,
but no more than mother
could comprehend its needs,
yeah,
no more than mother!
eh…,heh…,neh….
mother milks child!
eh…,heh…,neh….
mother plays with child!
eh…,heh…,neh….
mother embraces child!
oh god!
impossible to tell apart, 
the same yell,
let know mother 
the different needs of it!
motherhood!
noble and sublime!
motherhood!
undoubtedly,
an exalted state....

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SHE IS MY FRIEND, A VERY SPECIAL WOMEN.
I WILL SUPPORT HER ROCKY ROAD UNTIL THIS BURDEN IS UNLOADED
WE WILL WRESTLE WITH THE TIGER UNTIL HE GET TAMER 

SHE CARRIES ON HER FACE DEEP REGRET OF A HEART BREAK
TEN YEARS HAS SHE GIVEN FOR THE ACT...

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I don't have much luck with women
Although I've had a few
It's not always a pick and choose
More of ''He looks doisy he'll do''.       
They have been as skinny as a lat
Or like the cat who got the cream fat

Big...

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As I unwind my thoughts to leave behind
Darkness and grime that weathered my heart
Tangled l lay  foetus like, messed up in disarray
Hurting, like icecle wedged in my heart
frozen my sense denying me vision
My soul breaches the tomb wherein enclosed
Insidiously my heart beguiled by lust
Entrapped...

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Today my world is azure
Like the purest blue of sky
A day to soar amongst the eagles
As if granted wings to fly

On the days my world is golden
Sunshine lights my path
Anger carefully eludes me
Sparing others of my wrath

I dread the days of ebony
When melancholy doth prevail
The...

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Eyes stuck open - of angel in the mud -
Skies cry soundless pelicans in flight
Panicked Santa Ana winds shake tips of entangled feathers
An ambulance ignores this stop rushing for a human
Heaven in distress aches bloody, distorted sunsets 
The child in me is missing her winged...

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Its getting dark
Perhaps its just me
Yet never to ask what?
Can I wonder what be?

How silence can be astounding
Loud enough for impurity
Echoes never once resounding
Of whence do silence yields tranquility?

I often wonder do I not?
Cruising through time, to hear , to see
Returning moments never to stop
Yet...

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