Best Unlabeled Poems

hate knows no limits
Boston or Beirut Bombings
innocent ones die

in Paris or Pakistan
atrocities unlabeled
innocent ones die

Baghdad or Berlin
Lives should have the same value
innocent ones die

innocent ones die
religion or politics~~~
extremism kills

Terrorism reigns
the world is no longer safe
innocent ones die

say a prayer for all
terror plays no favorites
innocent ones...

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“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space and time.
I am love and light, causing heart to...

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Under a grin, redirected, 
A sniff of grief claws
Through, revealing
A sad blue artery,
A pain 24-7.
Underscored with carefully
Emoted verbs, 
And adjectives imbedded with
Mock sincerity, 
A simple sentence: a right to be honest. 
Beneath the pulse in heartbeats encephalo
A few tearful regrets
Lob empty phrases into
A field with...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps –
(struck like clicking castanets
      ...

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My old friend struggles
with his life's meaning.
Familiar with dead cats, Newton,
Einstein and incredible fractals,
he gleans patterns instantly
and misses nothing
in his galactic surveys,
nor leave a clue unglued.
He can entertain the most bazaare
concepts in the fervent hope 
that truth will emerge from under
some unlabeled rock.
But all such...

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Twelve steaming appetizers, artistically set.
Seven sea morsels in a bird's nest net.
Great pies of meat cooked in butter and sweat.
Puddings and pastries and a heart-thumping bet:
That you'll eat to live in and live to eat out,
And never see your little piggies wiggle, twist and shout.

The...

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Naked to Nurture.  Naked, to Nurture.



Why not naked into woods?
We yank up gumboots.
Enshroud our piggies in wicking and itching sockbags.
Hoping to holdfast against the forfeiture of bought heat.

The city slickers in their shiny slickers
clasp and buckle, zip and bundle
before they trudge and trundle
into the...

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Medicine and sickness satisfy each other.
MotherEarth is medicine.
Where do you find yourself?
     Zen Master Yunmen
     China, 800s

Therapy and trauma require each other.
Ecological Earth is nature-spirit therapy.
Where and how
and when
and what
and why
and whom do you traumatize
with small-ego identifying...

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In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of a white Christmas, 
in a white dreamland, 
and having sleepless dreams, 
and numerous pictures, 
which I can’t clearly depict

but I...

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you said to me once - that 
you would let me know - if 
there was anything I could - do
to help

and at the end, lying in that
hospital
all your futures lost to an
unlabeled sickness
all your brilliant pasts
standing in stark relief with
the pain

you must have not...

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Please tell me why it's meaningless,
When a woman is assaulted.
Is it because somehow she must'v asked for it,
Why is she the one who's faulted?

Why, is it more believable, 
When a man says it isn't true?
Even when his friends know,
It's something he would do.

He gets to...

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Maverick Free verse


My grandmother’s velvet covered album
was not coveted by any of my siblings. 
I pretended not to care so as not spark their interest, 
but I was happy when it was scorned by others. 
It is now in my possession and proudly
shown on my...

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God forbid we should draw inspiration 
From fellow neighbors who try to comply 
To better a craft, push beyond limitation
Expanding the graveyards where sunsets die
Envy runs rampant within the benign 
Sucking the life out of lessons to teach
While sticking new frames on old designs 
They...

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The scene from indulgent debt ridden family:
Toad AIG strings notes to unlabeled bonus fields,
Unconcerned a Grand Old Person dances to tune,
Yonder the mirror conceals TG's under the belt shot,
Awakened transparency in desperate steps:

Untouched assets loose weight in real estate structure,
Take a hit to tumble below...

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If nothing else, I do amuse myself;
I chuckle, thinking where this all will end -
all my possessions, lined up on the shelf,
with which, one day, my children will contend.

Five years ago, my mother passed away,
her photos stored in boxes in my home.
I opened up the...

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