Best Unshielded Poems

Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder
A gentle firm touch
Ancient fingers stretching awake
And for that moment in time, I receive you
My body marinates in your history,
Delicacies, trauma, and wisdom

I sense you riding within my soul
Opening my heart to depths yet unknown
I journey with you,...

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Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists, 
their clenched jaws and fists.

Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.

Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.

 Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual...

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BANISH ME TO THE BOOKSHOP

Chain me, so I can roam. Lock me away in this bower.
Banish me to the bookshop - i’ll enjoy this affair for hours!

First editions recline behind smudge-proof glass.
Lock-and-key lick of lips, but I can’t afford the brass

ring, the covet of unopened...

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The lavender clouds, lowered, like a fluffy blanket
                                    on top...

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Soft skies of blue and ivory
Circling the planet of light and ebony

Colored eyes enthralled by the cold of the night
Waving lightning mantled by fright

Winds embracing acquiescent bodies so bleak
Unshielded pillars of the strong, not weak

Grounds bracing the faithful with might
Bounds of serenity awaits so light

From...

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this poem is my take on weary blues by langston hughes 
Langston hughes truly was a great poet and one of the best ever!

Bombilating a snappy euphony  rhyme
Fingers crackling against palm and time
I heard a soul play
Down on dike street the other night
By the...

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Father once told me
darkness is absence of light;
spaces void of sight.

Fall is marching near,
stealing the identity
of the oak and pine.

The leaves surrender,
responding to gravity;
strewn like scattered chords -

Individually,
specks of changing emotion
watching from below.

The tremulous night,
suspended in a moon beam;
unshielded, alone.

Hues of green dispel,
replaced with burning...

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Yesterday ...
a lifetime of romantic dreams unfulfilled
Love to me
was only silver screen cinematically real
My heart held no one close,
the arms of acquaintances framed an empty repose
Pictures of loneliness adorned my vacant house of hope
Yesterday ...
an endless overcast sky of gloomy gray
Love so elusive,
like a parade...

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My connection to infinitive existance has been numbed from the very experiences written to ensure enlightenment for which my soul searches lifetimes repeated...
  As the distance measured by complicity learned into simplicity is explored , endured, understood , and loved...
  As is the...

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Autumn Leaves

A children’s chorus opens with “Get Your Kicks
On Route 66” bringing some to smile or lip lyrics.
Others, who are closer to the intersection,
Are long since past the range of reception.

A woman is shuffling among us, shoeless,
Muttering.  Any twitch is invitation to press
Further her...

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He lifted invisible horses
One fever-burnt son kept hallucinating
In bed beside him;
Picked them up and carried them downstairs and out the door
To soothe the boy.
He had the strength for that, 
My father's father did.

     Born by some unknown river
   ...

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A feeble old woman lives down the hall,
we chat on occasion.
I indulge her constant kvetching of youthful occupants invasion,
since this erstwhile hotel's trendy loft conversion.

Crook'd finger and conspiratory whisper
lure me to door ajar.
She tells of the latest spat between two male lovers living next door;
bitter...

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The first Sunday I knew emptiness,
The day midnight opened its door,
With me, this hollow has stayed, 
A symphony that has intermittently played.

Unshielded I was for this,
Halted it had me in my footsteps,
I walk like a wounded hare,
At me, grief has chosen to stare.

You eased into...

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Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build. 

Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate, 
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines. 

Magician of genius, 
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process, 

Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles...

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Unshielded
when the night curtains fall.
In the dark room
and alone,
when I finally give in 
in exhaustion.
Still in fear
that they'd beat me to death.
But I always wake up
the following day;
with my plagued eyes in the mirror,
and out to fight another day.
to come back
to the lonely dark room,
when...

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