Best Unaccountable Poems

have a special friend---
a third party between themselves &
any conversation or action,
who resides in the sky.

have a special friend---
who they can read about in
books of...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire...

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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living...

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Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible...

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Today is just the beginning


Love keep days to chasing one and other
Your kindness made me stand potent
Though at first I was weak
Smitten at first sight...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth...

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Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?


Promises are fulfilled, days...

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All this while things will be better
That is what we heard from our forefathers
Exactly from our elders
In our turn, the same thing on the button
When...

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There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship...

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LEISURE FROM LISTFULNESS
A long & dreary time,exquisite
delight has passed.A perverse
unaccountable feeling.A moment’s
reflection,a store of recollections
a painful task to concentrate upon.
Questions come thronging my pen,
difficult to...

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I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions...

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What I miss most from my youth
The spontaneous, combustible
Unaccountable insanity to
Will, thrill myself and others
To heights and planes
We cannot see
Or ever see again.

(8/2/09)...

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To presume to write to someone about courage
and not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.
I've always said Leave me alone with autumn.
Don't stand...

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Man and animals collectively are known as creatures: 
Overindulgence of sleeping, eating and sex amounts to animals 
Man's thinking and reasoning make Man's features 
Complexities...

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MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
         JUDGE BURDON 


other children feared monsters under their bed
i feared the one living under...

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