Best Va Poems

Apple blossoms in abundance; sweet aroma in the air.
Begonias burst with brilliance. Blue bells pop up everywhere.
Cherry blossoms cheer with pink; corn flowers cluster blue.
Dandelions...

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I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched...

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Ma langue française n'est pas assez bonne pour 
te dire ce que je veux tellement à dire. 
Les mots sont nécessaires pour tout l'amour, 
surtout...

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When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We...

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Little boy with a toy gun
Dreams of all that might be fun
To be fully clad in combat gear
And go into battle with no fear
A hero...

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CENSORSHIP

There is a language I spoke and I knew.  
It fluently told it's stories in dance.  
Graceful chaînes that turned our spirits out...

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She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder...

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"Red Door"

love opens not 
like a red rose,
it caresses you
slowly,
entices you in 
holds you 
hard and fast, 
like a scarlet poppy 
opium sweet 
inviting, promising...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning 
I'm living the dream. 
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh...

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We gave Johnny a gun and a uniform
Trained him to kill, in a regiment conform
Sent him deep into Vietnam jungles warm
With little regard to how...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning
I'm living the dream.
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing...

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There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on...

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L’orgue de la mer - The Sea Organ


Née à l’horizon	

          Born on the horizon

où se meurt...

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He came back scarred inside his mind 
At the carnage he’d witnessed overseas 
As unseen sounds haunted him after dark  
And caused all the...

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El dominio del alma
Una noche cualquiera sin ningún motivo he visto la luna y me ha nacido escribir pero no se que hacer la verdad...

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