Best Unvisited Poems

They really don't know me.
My existence doesn't affect them.
Unseen on the crowded streets.
Just another passing breeze.
A name not even carelessly whispered.
Just another number.
I'm falling through...

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I viewed them the spring before – robins in our grass
and swallows flying circles around the front of the house.
Weeks later I spied their nests...

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Excuse me Miss
I have no intention of harming your shade,
But the seat you left vacant for me is rather 
absent. 
Absent of roses I could...

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By happenstance, I found you
               And my once empty, sullen heart
...

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I.	Creation

Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests, 
Jungles, beaches, other worlds...

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Earlier in the month but lately begun, 
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a...

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**This poem is a letter to another poem I wrote years ago titled "They Come Out at Night" which I'll post in a bit.** 

I...

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It has just begun.

The maps have unraveled in topographic templates, unmarked by geographic spaces.

They’ve been replaced by frequencies emerging from what we once knew as...

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The Manxome little Minx
Stood beneath illustrious Boa-bob tree
She scratched her left butt cheek
With grazed grass stained knees

Stared pon the ghostly forms gibbering with fear
That Nancy...

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A waterfall is neither a moon beam nor is it icing dripping from a big cake. It is wise to build fortresses of ice in...

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Spiraling sensations of heightened instability cascade through an unsuspecting conscience, a chaotic whirlpool engulfs the psyche in seas of self inflicted torment and despair, illogically...

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You and I,
together have learn t
the meaning of love;
together painted our world 
with the colors of love.
Colors of everlasting memories..
Sailed the seven seas
as I am...

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How many Mary Celestes sail
On the uncharted oceans of your mind?
How many lost souls vainly flail
To clamber on board, how many left behind?
 
So many...

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1874….
The spectacularly lacey ferns rose up and fluffed themselves as self-appointed front-drops to the hidden cave.  
	Thus insuring this scene would remain a secret,...

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You, beautiful one,
Aware of mind's inner space,
But travelling, thrilling to movement.
Tiny jokes and masked meanings
The place you played.
You undid models 
Like a child making games,...

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