Best Unroll Poems

Without a shadow's kiss
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace 
          How does an oak repose?

In Twilight's waltz, secrets unroll
    the...

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Blue-checkered curtains are faded and drawn,..
after the years since she made them from gunny-sack cloth

The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded and the treadle at rest

As I clear out the room, I think of long hours
of foot-peddled power, and strength...

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Death

Words rip through the night sky
They conspire to tear a hole through reality
A reality created in your eyes

Taped tightly to your mouth is a bill of lies
That you have yet to unroll
And it's constricting your ability to breathe

Like a dying bumble bee, your stinger is...

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It might begin with the sweet songs of birds
     when sunrise blooms its glow, seeming divine.
We view the month to see those written words;
     “Spring now begins” confirms our current sign.

The resurrection from grim Winter sleep
 ...

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“Blue Sky Eye and The Hope Angels”



It came to be 
that many forgot
the messages imparted 

prior to arrival
instructions were encoded 
inside all our vessels 

we were berthed 
locked and loaded 
waiting for ignition

but we were all falling
fast asleep, being sucked in 
by the Hornet Helix...

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Hey my dear butterfly!
Welcome to a land of joy!

Red, yellow, pink and blue
Flowers that drenched in dew
Yearning for your silent kisses
And glimpsing the scene, gives us bliss

Flowers that just unfold
Awaiting your sweet bound
On seeing you whirling around
Words unroll, pen poems abound

Hey my dear butterfly
Welcome to...

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They are not from Chiang Mai,
they are a tribal people
who speak a hill language.
They ride through the night
on bicycles to settle at dawn
beside the Ping River.

Girls' unroll rattan mats
squat beside straw hats brimful
with the tang of burgundy chilies
They have vegetables
grown in lime green waters,
parched salty...

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Previous dawns flock together, 
gather.
The hedgerows accumulate 
with old and new. Sprigs and twigs 
bend under the weight of 
heaping feathers.

If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,

some are still catching up
they will fly in backwards
tumbling out 
of windswept decades.

Eyes that open too...

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When the trees sway
I become a bird
Clasp the branch
Swing, sing and play

When the flowers unroll
I become a bee
Plunge into the flower
Rinse my wavering soul

When the clouds furl 
I become a raindrop
Delve into an oyster
Turn into a shining pearl

When a chrysalis breaches
I become a butterfly
Unfold my...

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Sudden fever, limbs trembling, the clog in breathing
why now when I wish to sing of the golden coming our way?

Packages piled beneath tree, lilies opening their heart
and I can't think, no story, no news, no hellos.

So I have only my new toy phone and these...

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Confinement is too much of an excuse
while the papers are spread across the table.
The phone rings:  
It is the Boston Massacre.
Those are funny words when even here,
	even at this time of wind,
	overuse is deadly in the wheat germ.
Mice droppings show evidence 
	that the wheat...

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some wise men
of different bent, ilk,
orientation and time, 
then our own,
prescribed four spice yellow smoothie milk 
to fortify the virtues 
considered natural and proper
by their standards and rules of the game:
swaddling was à la mode
cuddling totally uncouth
kissing directly offensive
guilt and shame not quite distinguished 
in...

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There is the light in your soul
Something deep, deep inside
That you want to hide
Because its your precious guide

People are curious and cruel
They want to reveal 
The treasure they will steal
And you will never heal

The part of you will be gone
You will never be whole
If you...

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"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills"



He said, 
“Go to where the poets go
Love rolls wet and sways
Intensity wraps itself inside out
and somersaults its legs backward
to open a way
Out
It’s kind of burning hot 
like Summer burns 
bare feet on 
powdered shells
there it waits for you, Hell,
sharp stinging...

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When life takes its toll
revelation will unroll,
permit this sword to...
pierce your soul

Like 2:35...

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