Best Tombed Poems

The date
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared 
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing...

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High home summer hill

Straining, sucking, sitting

Staring, stopped and stick-

A pit-prop tight and gripped.

The trees across the valley

Much higher than he can go now.

I pant to...

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As we stand looking up from planet Earth

observing Milky Way so many stars

some fade, die, some gracefully dance with mirth,

our moon reflects, shines bright, silhouettes...

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This is dangerous
said pirates to their vampire allies
about losing past regeneration fees
and bloodline contributions.

I'm being treated unfairly,
said pathological hurt
to self-redeeming anger,
loss of sacred winning patience.

I've...

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A quiet place where silence begins and anger stops. Tombed in a clever little spot 
where only we can enter. A barrier between life and...

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Five WiseElders come together
hoping to complete their life circles
resonantly yin, right embodied
sacred light
resiliently yang, left enspirited
secular polypathic bright

Hearing emotions
before seeing to speak changing motions
of flow-strength,...

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What are these days of mourning stories
I choose not to tell about myself,
my emotion-driven journeys
to windy hot imagined future
and remembered warm wet green
and impossibly resilient...

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"Magnetized by a show of light, few see its shadows cast."  
-- the cost of dawning
 
*   *   * ...

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Regarding merit: absent, missing, void
Of all redeeming qualities, save one,
The apple of His eye, His "very good.”
Was He, in pleasant garden, much annoyed
When they His...

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~Thy Heart~

To What Thy, . . .
To What Thy, . . .
Thy, . . . Wonder.

Thy Loss, Twass'ed Thy'est Attune,
Thee Loss,
Carress,

Less Thee Loss, . ....

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An open window beckons the
silence held in darkened nights

with wisps she carries her tune
dressed up in black attire all too soon
tomorrows memories wake
terrified tombed to...

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Spring:

Genesis shod the tapestry splendour
  wrapped global in the skin of creation,
derma-terraformed rock and flora,
  beauteous beast, tempered landscape foundation.
Stirrings in the forge...

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Zoya sits, now all alone, 
just staring through a window pain 
to where a pink magnolia blooms 
in someone else's garden. 
And all her dacha's...

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To What Thy, . . .
To What Thy, . . .
Thy, . . . Wonder.

Thy Loss, Twass'ed Thy'est Attune,
Thee Loss, 
    ...

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Perennial plants do it.
Possums we presume.
Those who pretend to die,
But found alive,not tombed....

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