Best Used Poems

When splendor of love spun dreams ecstatic
Musings of fantasy waltzed joyous themes
On blossoms of meadows in prime of spring
And giggles of streams donning green prairies

I felt your presence my eager beats crooned
When halo of the moon ravished our mood
As melodic rhythms inflamed doting hearts
And voice...

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I used to dream of marrying one day
a princely man! My soul mate he would be.
I dreamed of visiting lands far away.
That dream I lived! It’s now a memory!

I used to like to kick a ball and run
the bases, ride my purple Sting Ray bike,
skip...

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I used to be a dreamer
Growing up within my mind,
I was no heavy sleeper
By creativity confined

I used to be a hero
One day, and then the next
I could've been Jack Sparrow
Prancing between the decks

I used to live in a circus
With carousels and flying cats,
I'd muck about...

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A heart
Never used now
Shall die

Dying
A congealing
Dead beat

Beaten
Down to silence
Some where

Where pure
passions exist
Then flee

Fleeing
Soulless to hide
Now lone

Lonesome
Turns to fury
At heart

Heartless
Cold and hollow
Always






Rick Lamoureux's contest
"Mussetle Train"...

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He sat there in his fav'rite chair, a blanket 'cross his lap 
And covering his snow white hair was his old fishing cap. 
I knew he could not talk to me since suffering the stroke, 
But still I sensed he could relate to ev'ry word...

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Daylight fades, as day is done
A city pulsates out of breath
Headlights duel upon the streets
and I am like the kiss of death
to those who scurry home to eat
They pass me by, on rapid feet
heading to some cozy nest

And I must seek a place to rest

People...

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I got used to your hi's and your hello's, 
Your smiles, your stares,
the stories and the jokes;
 
I got used to your sweetness and your surprises; 
The endless conversations and the laughters;
 
I got used to our love,
our sweet affair;
Your touch, your kiss,
the moments that...

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Her glasses perched on her nose, my old friend
the Bookworm proprietor, welcomed me smiling,
and then murmured. quietly.."behave yourself" 
knowing I would  end up  at the poetry shelf.
Words, one word, a billion words..all for 
me..all for the taking. Words of love and hate, 
of...

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revision

Remember when you used to smell the sea.
The briny air would open up your nose.
But now it seems this case is not to be.
Like any other place is how it goes.
World warming or pollution I suppose.

Remember when you used to smell the rain.
The petrichor perfumed...

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I miss the person I used to be,
You would have liked her too—so full of life and carefree.
Her glass was always half full,
She saw the bright side, ever hopeful.

No matter what came her way,
She’d just smile and face the day.
Grieving the self that’s now long...

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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi


Upon my quest for quintessence.
I was an amorist, 
positive in poetic philosophies.
Elysian and empyrean effigies,
enlightened in an ephemeral existence.
Life a fragile garland 
festooned with a frangipani fragrance,
meandered in meadows of melodies,
a mouthpiece to a frivolous...

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I used to call Michigan my sweet home,
growing up used to camp by Lake Erie,
now this state has left me sad and alone,
honestly there’s nothing left there for me.

Jet’s Pizza was my most favorite food,
Jimmy’s Coney Island every Tuesday,
now all the loss and death has...

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As you start to walk out on the way, 
      the way appears.- Rumi  

Tonight, I speak to the moon,  
lunar verses echoing the piercing  
lyrics of an aching heart.  
Its crystal wings softly  
kiss...

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Twas the night before Christmas
    Dressed in my red Santa pajamas.
  Tap, Tap, Tap, and a whispered strain;
     Santa knocked at my windowpane. 

  Dressed in a red velvet hat and suit, 
   ...

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Where the antelope used to play is now shopping malls and plats.
Man in his insatiable greed has encroached upon its ancient habitats.
Not so very long ago on the plains just a few miles out of town,
Were herds of these graceful creatures that now have dwindled...

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