Best Versions Poems

...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet uncharted 
on their pathways to fulfillment.

The old man dreams of...

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These 2 different versions are separated by nine years

Part 1

MUST BE SPRING

Small speckles of wild grass 
Looking like tiny green drops 
That had fallen to the earth 
Were the very first sign 

Waving in the breeze 
With their feathery tops rippling 
They slowly reached for...

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Isaac Albéniz's Asturias, Three Versions, Three Instruments

		I

By Andres SEGOVIA, guitar, 2006

Man lopes up mast-pole
Man lopes up mast-pole
Man lopes up mast-pole
   
And finds no maiden fair
Who mimes his Asturian air


		II

By Andronicus, piano version

Man bikes up mountain
Man bikes up mountain
Man bikes up mountain

And espies masts...

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You were love’s surprise versed in romantic delight.
Your love secured me cuddled and rapport entwined
each time our hearts took time to flesh comfort align.
I felt our lives were meant to fast coupledom attach
in our own signature dressed, love expressed indicators.

Then, time witnessed and felt our...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet uncharted 
on their pathways to fulfillment.

The old man dreams of...

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Phantom Vessel - 
	Version One
	
	
	Damaged mind down
	down
	phantom vessel
	distance endless
	leaping chasm
	between two worlds
	no
	Slow roll
	left-hand take
	black marbles
	shade side glance 
	check
	Toward
	Hoarse Jesus whisper
	Listen 
	No need
	No need
	hand hold, right
	Brother follow
	heart hearing
	Jesusss.
	10 times
	Roll away home
	
	

	Phantom Vessel - 
	Version Two
	
	
	His damaged mind
	so far down
	down 
	it’s a phantom vessel 	
	an impassable chasm...

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Bermuda triangle
Is bizzare
Oh look! I think I found a car

*the above written by 10 year old*

Bermuda triangle
Phenomenal curvature 
A natural force of mystery

*this one by me. I think the 10 year def won:))...

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In Progress ver. 1
1. Imagine an Idea from which later a title will form.
2. Select a form, a kind of song, cadence, rhythm from your soul.
3. Allow the tone to be defined.
4. Sketch with words an outline of the message 
5. Retrace the lines and...

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The day you died, I was fully grown
A proud parent, with children of my own

All of me lost you, all of me cry
But 5 year old me, keeps asking "why"

That sweet little girl, you tucked in every night

That six year old, you taught to ride...

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The old man stumbles, 
the young man swaggers with assurance; 
stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet uncharted 
on their pathways to fulfillment.

The old man dreams of childhood, 
cherished memories and golden opportunities. 
The young man yearns for sexual expression.

Companions,...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
                            by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man...

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1.
I miss you still, 
all’s hurt and weeping, shrouding orb and stars,
while nourishments a pot of poisoned love
that in my desperation I consume
cold on the ash of angers fiery words.
 1.
 I sift and rake love’s cinders so to find
some fragments to construct a fragile...

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The version you had of me 
Never existed 
Just an illusion 
You created.

The story never ends
I exist in different shades
Hidden behind masks
Or wearing tinted glasses.

Mind games
Spells  to entice 
Cards played right
A hidden fire ignites....

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In that very moment
When it matters the most
It’s vital that I own it
Yet when my wisdom ghosts 

It turns me to a liar
Though I never meant to be
I try and calm the fire
But all arson points to me

I’m flustered and confused 
By those who sing...

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I have too many regrets
they bloom like tumors
in the soft tissue of memory,
each one pulsing with
what I should have said
before silence set in
like rigor mortis.

I swallowed whole versions of myself
the reckless, the brave,
the boy who ran
before the door slammed shut.

Now I speak in echoes
of things...

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