Best Time Is Ripe Poems

A plea of the unborn child to its mother.

Wake Me Up

When the time is ripe, awaken me!
I long to see your world.
How many blessings there...

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Golden Sphinx on its wings, 
soaring high, soaring high,
smouldering smoke all around,
flying to azure sky.

Gleaming white, the horses neigh
victory be our desire!
strike the cymbals, draw...

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In the world of gloom and negativity, 
Like the shadows of guilt, evil is lucid, 
And glasses of truth is shattered 
Like drops of gore...

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There is enough strife and despair all around
The wounds of discord are open and bleeding
The turmoil is rumbling to burst any moment
The time is ripe...

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What mighty man shall this cup serve,
Whose power rests on fealty’s nerve,
With certain lust it shames to know,
How upon its charms did grow.

A thousand years...

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Man and poet? Bet you know it
Tender verse can get you girls
Plain or – whoopee! – eager groupie
Matching your poetic pearls

Just how much you get...

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I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let's call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of...

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In dark seclusion
gathering strength to burst forth
when the time is ripe...

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deep in the solace of mind
beyond, the realm assigned
an outer reach of body,
of kind

she drew me in
to a inconsiderable space
that i didn't even know
could evolve...

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Just suppose – a hierarchy rules this shadowland
Pulls the strings of governments, not walking hand in hand
Amend our constitutions, to suit their future plans
Throw Christians...

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The hunter has become a guide for the birds,
his two faces
against two wings.

He has chopped down trees
to make a post
with small dried branches
for the birds...

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SUN RAGE
The grass  is green no more
No flowers are  in bloom
Some wilted twigs yellow, wistful
There's a palpable sense of gloom.
It was not always...

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We've been expecting it 
       for some time 
 Now the fateful change 
     ...

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It’s beginning to look 
            a lot like Springtime
     ...

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Poetry Day #4: Australian Sonnet 
-end of the story-

An old woman sits in the rocking chair and smokes a pipe,
For silence and smoke will be...

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