Best Vita Poems

Everyone is an island everynow and then

and everynow and then I am an island too

till... I see the first flower of Spring blooming in my garden

I hear the  little bluebird singing on my porch

I feel the warmth of the sun melting on my skin

till...I...

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Poesy requires skill and meter,
     and a bard of golden heart;
or he will tire and teeter.
“Ars longa, vita brevis.”

A bard must seek inspiration, 
     and write with love and art
to create grace with elevation.
“Ars longa, vita brevis.”

A...

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(from The John Poems)

Transplant my heart;
I need it no more,
And remove my libido too.
Neither’s required
For this life I live,
Useless as love for you.

Lobotomize
The caring part
Of my overheated brain.
Then proceed to excise
The urge to dream.
I’ll never love again....

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Resounding heartbeat of the winds,
Resounding sounds of screams,
I hear their need for peace,
But I guess that's only me,
The trees topple like nothing holds them in their place,
And I just cry,
Tears stream down my face.
Life is hard,
But life is good,
La Bella Vita,
I love you....

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On the grounds of Kongo dya Ntotila
Monte Kibango saw you born
O fearless daughter that quiet talks
Nganga Marinda of Mwana Kongo´s clan
In “Antonianism“ your belief was let known
To the dogmas of the Catholic faith, you were contrary
“Heretic!” - To death the clergy condemned thee 
On life,...

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Roses are red violets are blue
Love is so special, But be cautioned
its reserved for only the few. 

For once in my life I was so sure of something that was real,but i must 
have been trapped in her congenial veil.
so riddled with self doubt, insecure...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren) this wordsmith
    first awoke as if this...

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In the deepest hole;
My hand raises the soul;
In the darkest night;
My torch bears the light.

In the midst of despair;
My kindness upholds the fair;
In the cruelest sorrow;
My salvation is a better tomorrow.

My name, your refuge;
My love, flowing deluge;
My home, your sanctuary;
My river, single estuary.

I am the...

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La Dolce Vita  Part One 

How sweet life is, indeed!
The air we breathe, our nightly rest.
Think back about your very first
steps.
You played games outdoors with
your nose not stuck to a screen.
You romped in the woods ever so
merrily.
Days of conviviality with no fear.
Just endless days and nights
with...

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Ars est longa,
vita brevis.
Art is immortal.
Art is infinite.
Pictograms tell a story,
of Man that have past.
Terra cotta pots and cuneiforms,
Depicts their details of Lives.
Paintbrushes and canvases,
bring history alive.
Statues of stone or metal,
Remind us of the legacies,
That people left behind.
Art is history,
And forever it will be,
The story...

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You are the morning star to my setting sun
With a brightness and beauty no other could own.
Toward you are drawn fully wondrous eyes
Whilst my glory fades,bereft e'en of sighs.

Fate has been in part somewhat unkind
Throwing us together ,though years apart.
You live so strongly in my...

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Life of the holy man, sequestered, unnatural 
A fancy hat atop his red gown for his alleluia…

Down on the lowly branches lands a red bird
On natural wild wings he sings a mating woo
Loved for his striking feathers, he’ll fare well
Colors of precious blood, make him...

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You know wine, comes from the vine.
No, Gosh! What a travesty, are you quite sure? What's she like?
Good question, can be very young, often complicated, dominating, best when mature,
Doesn't ring any bells you say, what a pity, a real shame,
Me? No, always, I have her...

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Heated words singe my ear
Moments since you fled me
No force tethers you here
Love proves no longer free

Looping with rage broiling
How do I let you go?
Clutching trust that's spoiling
Expelled from all I know

How'd I fail to take heed?
Prayers of faith long to flee
Dashed once again by...

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They nagged him till he'd had enough.
His one remaining joy was snuff.
Beyond the post that ends his race
he has found a better place.
This is no time to joke or laugh
but to write his epitaph.
Art is long but life is short.
I lack the time to more...

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