Best Unstopped Poems

Silence, darkness.
Not a light in the furthest
Reaches that my eyes can test,
And yet,
There’s a shimmer, a glimmer,
A hint, a rumour,
Of hope yet to come.
A tremble in the earth.
Trembling expectantly, eagerly.
And as that shimmer, ever brightly,
Increases, the tremor afoot, charging
Almost an earthquake,
I finally see it!
That light
That...

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Slash the stars hot
Strive to shift all
The blood in "oh no"
Cold rows at most slopes
Us splash a lot
Blood on our shirts
Why tear the skirts 
Of innocent hurls
Burning in upheaval
Heat that freeze
Many of slots beads
Us stretch out skies
And cause to melt beneath
Us strike knights that sigh
For...

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AS I LOOK BACK,INTO THE  MANY YEARS OF MY LIFE I REALIZE I WAS SUFFOCATED
I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY IT FELL APART,THERE WAS NO ROOM LEFT FOR ME
LET ALONE YOU TO BREATHE.I PLUGGED UP MY EARS SO I WOULD NOT HEAR YOUR VOICE
I COVERED MY...

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No youngster himself, Fred often repeats what his father used to say: 

"There are always preludes to hell." 

For Fred one of those preludes is waiting for service people, folks who fix the things in life Fred can’t fix. Their number is legion.

Another prelude is...

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WHEN I BIT MY TONGUE

There was once a day,
While I was walking,
When I bit my tongue’s tip,
Accidentally perhaps or,
Did someone think of me?

But the matter was,
My teeth slipped,
As I was biting through,
A shelled peanut,
Unstopped by my impatient jaw.

The elders they say,
“Ask the nearest one,
Passing your...

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Ruins are abounding in that mind of yours;
Walls that have crumbled are causing pause for step.
Treading lightly in intention;
 don’t want to break the only pretty thing that remains.
Casual introductions are made in smoky rooms,
 smiles shared that hold no key to your meanings.
So you...

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these radiating, seemingly 
endless rows of dust-choked porticoes
in the bustling Roman forum.

Receding to the vanishing point:

sun-drenched streets,
Ways to, hours for due mythology;

busy temples; gleaming marble columns;
massive, stone arches rising through
the wafting dust, through climbing, curling
shafts of dark, fragrant incense;

a general push and shove; 
all the...

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Lonely roads,
He walked unstopped.  
By his side were a 
Pony and a pillow

The pillow was faceless.
The pony did not talk.  
Yet his friends they remained.  

Unable to seek…

Unable to walk the brighter streets,
A victim’s paradise,
He ran away.  

The people jeered at...

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Snared

We have all become entangled
Little snares, have never strangled
A shoelace tight that won’t untie
A hole we dig with cloudy skies

The rain that falls can feed the crops
Or fill your fear with tears unstopped
As rising tides have always turned
But, little snares are lessons learned

These little snares;...

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A blessed evening by sin unspoiled,
Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished
Upon the accursed tree of Calvary,
Shed by one by his own people banished.

I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity
At the cowshed of Bethehelem,
And for the exploits of Bethany,
And those of Cana and Capernaum;
For all defeat...

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A blessed evening by sin unspoiled,
Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished
Upon the accursed tree of Calvary,
Shed by one by his own people banished.

I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity
At the cowshed of Bethlehem,
And for the exploits of Bethany,
And those of Cana and Capernaum;
For all defeat...

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Not again shall I fall a victim of folly,

Or again allow my heart be melancholy.

I shall let loose my fancy roam unroped,

And my dreams wander unstopped.

 

Ideas shall rule my mind,

And all I have shall respite find

In the autonomous flow of ease,

Till I slumber in...

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The dead can still be warmly applauded
Who on us in some field had lorded
And his overripe honours remembered
Which he himself must’ve numbered.

A piece of provocation
When earnestly it had been waited for,
A never lessening expectation
From every supposed worshipping knock on his door;
Body movements of the dismayed...

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Where is my love?

What is my life kind like? Anything of life?
No, the forgotten fate of a life of the field, flower-like
Be a style like of my kind and lover of the dream life

Please, don’t find me, oh my Emma love – your kind gone
A...

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The truth is elusive,
while you’re still alive

The sentence unstopped,
much harder to jibe

Luck be a mistress,
come fortune or fright

May truth be a lady
—tonight

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)...

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