Best Tempests Poems

The moon dances 
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns 
and thistles disguised
as...

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Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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The menace of war in the chaos of life
The peril of ocean when tempests are rife;
The danger of jungle where feral beasts hide
The terror that...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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Where does the 
    selfless sun hide
when heavens
r a i n bloodstones? 
Burned and inscribed, 
from monsoon monsters,
gnawing at our bones,
the shimmering...

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My life is like a sailboat,
                   ...

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Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or...

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While frozen teardrops seep
    And prick my face as the winter clouds weep
        They flutter,...

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Fade away, oh tempests of thought 
How shallow is the content you hold
We strain under weight of your refrain
And tire of nebulous concepts retold

If you...

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If my mind were a sea,
on one of its shores,
dreams would drift to me each night,
sometimes as beautiful as silken sand.

Also I might dream awake....

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I know I’ve made a thousand journeys,
withstood the tests of time and foe
shed the dust and shouldered worries
struggled onward against the flow.

Unconforming, seldom bending
straight the...

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"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers"



Lionheart, kindred spirit, my dear Confederate Ghost,
Golden Light emits clandestine hearts’ swinging lanterns. 
Tis shadow play on love struck phantoms -
Pendulum...

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Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary...

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Sentinel, oh, Sentinel

Sentinel, oh sentinel,
lofty by the sea;
lonely on a craggy coast,
standing tirelessly.

Watching over ships that sail
in the dark of night,
guiding them ashore with its
welcome...

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