Best Tends Poems

I am poet with a priceless pen
born to burnish the beauty of men.
I wonder what mortal mirrors reflect...
For me, all races deserve respect.

I often hear...

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There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her...

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I wish I could write
like those others before me,
Byron and Shelley and old Edgar Poe

Flowery phrases
Thy love unforgetting,
chasing a raven as ink tends to flow

Follow...

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I drink from the chalice
in light of the day,
a goblet of crystal
on endless display

Where amethyst rainbows
sing songs in the sand
and sunflower fragrances
walk hand in hand

When...

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Was it a sheer accident that I became a poet?
Poetry, I didn’t pursue, rather it cropped up
As a late-night guest, quite unexpected.
A teacher’s career, I...

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Middle child of seven siblings and has had a troubled childhood
It has made me a stronger person, just not easily understood
Had a baby at seventeen...

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St Helens, volatile lady,
Is letting off some steam.
She is seething now with anger.
We know not to what extreme.

I remember the eruption in
The year of ninety-eighty.
That...

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A Picture Of Oneself contains not too much to tell,
Except the package showing that in which they dwell.
This is the only purpose a picture has...

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“We all have shadows in our lives,
but they are so much easier to face
when we don’t have to face them alone” – Chris Green

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I gaze...

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A parrot sits on my shoulder.
Unlike those that squawk, mine tends to whine.
When she is in the mood,
she moans and moans and moans.
No Polly-Anna Parrot...

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Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar full of...

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Where is the love you promised us always? Eternal love is 
cast out of heaven for the angelic it seems—Quote by poet

It burns deeply knowing...

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
but my spiritual blood still spills from my poetic pen
like a razor has sliced upon the wrist of the cosmos.
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A...

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-------------------------------------- ~*note: done in fun and aimed at no one~  



try and seed my name you'll concede to shame
no use in calling names to...

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Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

(NOT FOR CONTEST THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM)

The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such...

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