Best Unspeaking Poems

     Light withdrawn
     Expands again
       approaches dawn
       clucks the hen

    Constellations fade
    Skies o’erspread   
  ...

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I was a little girl     holding mothers hand-
unprepared for the      harsh and brutal     image
of my sister being run over      by a truck
the image raw   graphic...

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Death 
Eternal Void
Unspeaking fear
there's no place
to hide
nor somewhere or some time
nihilism and other thousand of verses
just to explain one terrible feeling
what if the consolation
is the end itself?
What if the answer 
is not in the possibilities of our head?
 No clue, no religion

Keep Falling, little ant
keep...

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Truth lies in these eyes of mine.
You won't look into,
Cannot immerse yourself in...
What's real.
I'm not trying,
Fear of failure or something wicked,
Do only morose things come out of feeling?
A mouth unspeaking,
Potential upbringing,
Sway me in your direction.
It could be easy,
This intertwining of old wires,
Chewed apart by this...

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PALADIN

Expert but understated taciturn lone hero
Sherlock Holmes fiddling with a violin solo
Then James Bond  then Richard Boone
Then Terminator and Bruce Lee (died too soon)
But today’s hero is the computer guy
Who can fix your machine easy as pie.
Unspeaking, he arrives in casual jeans, with pliers
Small...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream from
between legs: slave of avoidance
whore of denial
death in a vacuum
naught...

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Easy to be cruel
against sublime unitarian longings
stewed in outdoor green/blue sunshine
reproducing universal solitude belonging

Within this multiculturally hued
resilient solidarity
I likely feel compassion's warm 
win/win communication 
in/on Earth's most gracefilled
vocationally sacred 
shared interfaith intent

To find every day, 
with green
ecofeminist allies,
with mother tree nutritional system designers
and other sacred...

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Candlelight dinner just you and I
Romantic music in ample supply
I pull out your chair so you can sit down
I in a tux, you in a gown

Your sparkling eyes, lit up by the flame
Translucent sapphires calling my name
I look deep within them and lost in their...

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This is the story that should not be told

as yet this is being narrated

as it is fresh and not too old

there was silence       

its name was golden

and it had the habit of sitting quiet

in a corner and not speaking...

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Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks. 

Uninspired by thrills of chart-topping songs,
And no longer revived by their lisping beats,
And aided...

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Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times 
That go unsung on emotional climes, 
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's 
Countless merrymakings and strifes. 

And so why do we say crisp verse 
Comes rarer than the bluest rose? 
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe 
Full of...

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I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps 
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door. 

I own I must pity each unspeaking grain
Of sad earth asleep under my agile feet,
Unaware of...

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Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times 
That go unsung on emotional climes, 
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's 
Countless merrymakings and strifes. 

And so why do we say crisp verse 
Comes rarer than the bluest rose? 
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe 
Full of...

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[ Y o u  c a n ‘ t  b e  f i x e d  i f  y o u  h a v e n ‘ t  b e e n  b r o k e...

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There’s no time for poverty
When there’s magic in the air
So long as there’s food 
There’s no need to care,
And a watertight roof 
Over a persons  head
And the music of trees as 
He lies there in bed.

A soft sweet lullaby that
Continues through the night
Then accompanies...

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