Best Tilling Poems

Evergreen flavored mantras
did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips
nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy.
Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one
as your...

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On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.

Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos...

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To Those That Have Walked Dark Halls Of Deepest Grief

Truth of deep grief and its healing powers;
Are not in the anguish pains that invade,
With the...

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En France, les demineurs
still search the fields
removing shells, 
grenades and bombs
of two World Wars

Would that we had the same 
for affairs of the human heart
to...

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Quietly now, 
my serenading sky 
you to me are!
almost radiant and high, facing the light
be about your plants of green 
your strewn paths and needles
let...

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The queen of my heart lies here in state today, and my heart throbs,
Breaking like the darkness of any day, when she rose from her...

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Death,
thou boisterous ancient foe,
you crept in surreptitiously,
and bore a hole in our hearts.
It's 14 years now,
14 years of longing.
For seven years, the torrential rain battered...

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Press and dry; stamped aneath a logo of their own design....

This colourful pigment melting upon red velvet seals

Via the telegraph wires amid these morse code...

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If hard evidence is wanted that we New Englanders 
		have roots running deep in our rock strewn 
soil, look no further than our old cemeteries,...

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Inviting is the vibrant smile, glistening visage of spring
Exciting sensuous hearts in nature’s alluring song
Sighting on marigold arc rising blush of magenta
Lighting dawn’s flamboyance awaited...

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The estate of my spreading life
has been plowed over many times.
Plantations have withered and been replanted,
grain fields have turned to dust,
have laid fallow for years
yet...

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sleep gentle earth, sleep, 
brush the lips of winter oh my gentle one,
frozen though you lie, enmeshed in dreams, 
rocked by snow slayed lullabies.

sleep gentle...

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Love is not always reciprocated

Seeming some hearts terminally
constipated – 

unable to relieve themselves
and others, 

to make lighter many burdens,

the long suffering of less fortunate sisters
and...

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Just down the road, there is a golden field of hay
              where...

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Water
                        ...

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