Best Unmissed Poems

A winged dream of bliss,
pain   a nightmare's child
toil     an echo past
plenty  a ripe kiss
war      unheard unmissed

none want for food
all have a roof
deserts with rain
oceans with fish

room for all
fires warm
water blest

thankful
at peace

hope...

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*Image of Kaleidoscope In Blue by Giphy.

When The Blues Are Fun

You consume the whole of me constantly,
Fair drafts ensure flight of our loyal tryst,
Though all known plans bear out uncertainty,
Our center grants said goals to be unmissed.

A misty vineyard drips of subtle dew,
And swells our...

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Beneath the full moon's illumination, two darkly dressed
Figures are quietly digging, gentlemen collectors, of the
Cadavers of the undead, desecration's henchmen of
Greed’s loosened purse strings, murders of the dead flesh
Trade.
Grave diggers for hire, the fresher the body, the more
Coin is made, Burke, and Hare always say,...

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Close the mouth, open the mind
and let the pen draw the line.

Raise the eyes, lower the fist
and let all wars go unmissed.

Winners of foolish battles gain no prize
nor any admiration from the wise.

Let peace reign, let conflicts resolve
the heart shall then grow and evolve.

Close the...

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"The Sum of Us" 

When the hearing has left
and the eyes cry tears 
like fathomless oceans
filling those contained opines
in their empty vessels,
floating around us,
the interior immersed
swims in the meaning 
of fast metronome 
caught in the breast,
dancing every second
right and left right and left
the blind will...

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“Reverse Cyrano” 

Reverse Cyrano 
new wave poetry 
straddles the ruins

milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams

red leaves laquer 
the vain roadmaps 
that stain the ingrained

with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart 
sweet and tart 

and thick 
skinned
sliced and skewered

each granate 
a sparkling 
hidden gem

within the ruby 
words written 
riding...

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FRIDAY, THE 13TH, IS IT AN ANATHEMA?

I, in the bad old days
When medicine derives
Its worth and effectiveness
In the wack-wack days
The herbal and their prayers used to drive away evil spirits.

Our great great grandparents
And our parents during the present times
Still these suppression of truth are pressed...

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Don’t make fun of me
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t jeer at me
Don’t scream at me
Don’t cry out for me
Don’t call out my name
Don’t tell me that I’m lame
Don’t tell me lies…my High Spirit shies…
Away from the abyss…
I step out of the hopelessness
Of my endless racing thoughts
Bloom...

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NEXT  STOP  :   DUBLIN


Glad to leave the stonefaced Russian labyrinth of passports small
And stamped documents for every footfall
A bureaucrat’s wet dream  - checking each other’s bureaucracies
No walking on grass, no stepping over invisible fences,
No original thinking, no whistling indoors please....

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You whom I built my life around, brother
You created a bound that was unmissed 
A line of love built with memories 
Now, you’ve decided to move on 
A sister with out a brother, her shadow 
I’m left here to think about what went wrong
The bound...

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Indescribable thoughts expressed
Colour and detail unmissed
Subconscious voices absorb on paper
Stories of emotion so personal
Experiences shared for armour
Laughed at by the outsiders
Understood by the intelligent minds...

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Her eyes aren’t hollow holes
A smoke and mirror trick 
She’s filled with gasoline
Not as soulless as you may think

She spites bitter memories
Her skin flares
Itch away the pain
Raw from you picking away

Sand paper could feel better
Than the words you run along her
Close your eyes
You won’t want...

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You are unmissed
You are loneliness
How do you cope?
How does one who
Can barely stand himself
Contine to live?
How do you survive each day
Before the scrutinizing eyes
Of the princess Pain?
What is this new title you seek?
Oh, suicide is already in use
My pale friend
My friend knew him once
Death is...

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So i had this dream,
I think it was a dream:

My lonely sole treading
the path of the air,
Through the rolling container.

My feet measuring the path
Of Washington,
dazed by her beauty,startled
by her regalia.

My eyes seduced by the 
Beauty  of her physiognomy.
The tiled road tensed with glory-
Even with...

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Sometimes, when sweeping under the bed or
behind the dresser, 
you will come across an old poem

One that has been forgotten about

Or, going through the clothes closet,
trying on jackets not worn since last winter,
a folded paper in a pocket
reveals a collection of lines

A few half shaped...

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