Best They Poems

They walk amongst us, but in silent ways,
spreading peace and love without any praise.
When thunder roars and lightning strikes in rain
they watch over us, healing bleeding pain.

Yet we do not see their celestial light,
nor do they shed feathers within our sight.
Happy to hide behind unknown...

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They told me you cried on the day I died
A sob splintering through a silent dome
Your sorrow a shroud on the catacomb
As I laid where birds no longer replied
Now I watch as you slowly search the beach
For those rare shells edged in liminal blue
I would...

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 Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
   her fiery scars pound against her sanity
    struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.
     A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains
     ...

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And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom,...

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What might you find there
down deep in my soul
Within the darkness
of that expansive hole
Will there be substance 
Will there be diamonds or coal
Step down the stairs quickly
at the door pay your toll

If you wish to be a voyeur 
there will be plenty to see
Unclothed and...

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A gorge, ravine, the deepest pit
                         My feelings know that this is it
So deep inside, the body still
   ...

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They crumble like confetti,
These little poems I write,
One letter on each tiny scrap,
They blow into the night.

To tickle the toes of a passing star,
And burn with its out-crying,
Ashes to float in the atmosphere,
Over-heating there expiring.

And then they will like angel dust
Fly through space for a...

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They call to me
These poems
Lost minstrels
Singing in a silent
Wilderness
A sunrise
Gently awakening
A forest
Soft rain
Tickling flowers
Fall winds
Whispering
In the pines
Chipmunks
A moonlight kiss
Remembered
The circles
Of a lazy hawk
The scent
Of her pillow
The angst
Of a sorrow
Recalling a tear
These words
These poems
Calling me
To the keyboard
Enticing me
To write
These poems
...

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Glowing gems that dress the night,
I yearn to know your brightness art
blinking quick, blinking slow
my running thoughts you make them go...

From arid desert to distant worlds,
stars white shimmer a wordless speech:
their wink--a gift of hope to travelers
who dare tread the darkest steep.

In my arms, I...

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Little lights begin to shine
Tiny heartbeats in the dark
With a glowing hope inside
To shine brighter than the stars

But their possibilities.....
Suddenly come to an end
Echoing in their silent screams
All they could have been

I see a doctor, I see a preacher
A loving nurse...A home school teacher
A little...

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Once, a strange structure appeared in a barn yard
difficult not to  notice, a scaffold to hang horses
for throwing their masters
Dumb and never protesting they were led up the ramp
built like a stairway to heaven
With never any last minute salvation
No 'Pegasus' wings that sprouted from...

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I felt the touch of the breeze on my face from my sleep
Oh! With the morning sun, i woke with a flip
And there staring at me, is a lady in her teen
I, surprised but not frightened
Gave her a questioning look
"Who are you?"; I asked as...

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She can't blame the season for her tears
Aloneness was not loneliness in December
When the season passed so quickly in disguise
Of twinkling lights and toasts remembered

As she looks to the yard, there is nothing to see
but an old pepper tree, that tosses it's head
It is losing...

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Wading through fragmented thoughts
Searching for one last poetic line
To slip around a shattered heart
Then shaped into a perfect bow
Pulsating softly like guitar strings
As they begin to play real slow
Replacing old queasy emotions
With melodic breezes that flow
Through the canyons of mind
Once found in a bottle of...

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With ball point in hand, 

 I write anew. 

 On tablet command 

 my point-of-view, 

 one for only them to see.   
     
 These two objects won't disagree. 

 I hold them together, as they do me....

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