Best Unaided Poems

In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled in the purity of security 
for what seemed like eternity 
a lamb in His white embrace 
especially when flocked in...

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My last post before Christmas.  May I wish a Happy and Holy Christmas to all, and a healthy New Year.  ~~  Victor

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Someone saw me dance
in the town's square
covered with white snow
around the decorated pine.
 
The lights blinked brightly,
pseudo parcels hang here...

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When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in the other
I’ll play my last game with my dad and my brother

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Grandad The Superhero

My grandad was a superhero,
You would not think it true,
For now he’s old and very slow,
And he only wears one shoe.

He used to soar across the sky,
Birdman was his name,
But now he can no longer fly,
It’s really such a shame.  

His cape...

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FACING LONELINESS

I was told by wisdom that to know loneliness is to know oneself.
She said to be alone is essence.
In that, you do not misuse this time with heartache but seek a greater way.
I have experience this kind of direst.
Through the lack of unity, I...

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1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul abound

Subjectively a bit odd to myself
A jangled, disconnected kind of sense
You’d really have to feel it for yourself
Bare toes in...

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A fragile element in our body
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When the time is right
one again will walk with you unaided
in an eon of age,
where promises are made
not to conform to life’s illusions.
Only now this earthly spirit
will not last forever,
the journey has been long, now weary,
and this pen is spent
needs to fade
into one’s own mitigation.
Yet...

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The Argument has always been,
Who gets to decide what is right?
You think yourself a Sovereign?
Let's examine the Erudite!

"Man should make the sovereign choice,"
The Erudite Scholar will say,
"Unaided by an imagined Voice,
No Crutch to get in his way."

But, alas, the Erudite dies,
And, God's predictions come true,
And,...

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The sunflower stretched
With its stalk and its neck
As far to the sky
As it could – reaching high,
Pushing its golden face
With clumsy, awkward grace

Trying, with all its might
To reach the highest height
That it could ever muster
So it could be like Custer
Or like a grand ole redwood
(I...

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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song...

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I’m sitting at my keyboard
Just ranting and abusing
Which my long suffering wife
No longer finds amusing.
I’m both dyslexic and dyspraxic
Which is why I swear and curse
Because for a creative person that 
Combination  couldn’t be worse.

To make matters harder I Have 
a keyboard that judy can’t...

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What happens to love when too many years go by?
Does love remain alive or does love die?

Some say that love endures regardless of the years.
Yet why are hearts so sad and lonely and full of fears?

Does love grow like an oak tree or wither like...

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It was a cloud burst on that ominous bleak stormy day
The beck in ‘Johnny Walker’s Ghyll’ overflowed blocked our way.

Yet with speculation and tenacity we kids waded
Where ‘Back Lane’ once followed the dry limestone wall unaided.

Beyond the hedgerow sky line, the patter of many voices
Unconcerned...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.

Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter...

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