Best Walled Poems

The paint recalls, layered and petulant, groans
mindless in its ground, it decomposes.
Granules of hematite, pale traceries of gypsum,
the crevasses of cave wall are soot soothed.
Layered and petulant the palm of man appears
charcoal dusted, amongst the antelope and bison.

Do you hear the drum’s call, the hollow...

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a bench with ornate arms and scrolling
bathed in shards of early light
inside four walls of climbing roses
grown entwined and trained to height.

within the silence of mid morning
perfumed heat that melts the hours
attracts the bees that prey and worship
on life's purple passion flowers.

the symmetry of formal...

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A garden with walls high and deep
Brilliant daisies swaying in the sweet breeze
Cabbage, cauliflower and leeks thriving, flourishing
Down crunching gravel paths I dance
Everything in this garden is lush and profuse
Fig trees for the plucking
Gooseberry and red currant bushes, heavy with fruit
Harmonies of birds, drift all...

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into culture walk
we, amidst her history
smiling faces grin




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A rare Arab and Asian identity which is distinct in topography;
blessed with an excellent human resource in health services;
its heart, destroyed and rebuilt seven different times;
having a name unchanged and sustained to reach historic zeniths;
surviving a number of years more than the number of Brazilian...

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Languishing inside a cell(his demons) so fierce
                    and punishing; isolating loneliness pierce
              ...

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Drops of dawn
perching on the ruined 
stone-walled house.

The ivy tirelessly
spreads its hug
around the walls,
a scaffold for the dreams
to build new life
upon their forgotten
existence
like music 
fallen into oblivion
long ago
and now risen to life
again....

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I sit here in this white walled room, not knowing what to do,
I sit here in my misery, thinking all my wrongs through.

All there is to do in here, is think of my mistakes,
And think of all the people that have blown me off like...

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I can’t even call it a room
Old mattress, no bed lamp, and fluffy pillows
Just a cabinet full of didactic books on the top shell
Some enjoyable comic books and dull novels on the middle
And DVD collections on the bottom of the shell
Couple of boxes full of...

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Gangly Longfellow walled in Thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lxiii numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer
while in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes

William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting,...

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They're nothing short of infinite,
these thoughts, these rich ideas of mine;
though, crippled in reality,
for which there is no parting line.

Because I cannot slip away
from that which is sustaining me,
I'll mask the concrete sky and earth
with thin, artistic ivory.

Though blank at first, these paper sheets
are much...

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The pain is shored up, hidden behind bricks,
But it shows through tiny, myriad cracks.
Deception fools the deceiver, plays tricks,
Discretion does not allow the heart to relax.
The soul bears all, bares everything to love,
The mind shuts away betrayals of trust.
Faith vies with disbelief, faces trials tough,
Loyalty...

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Souls who are bereft of joy,
in whose minds, dark thoughts decoy,
though their aura grows dimmer,
we see in them light glimmer.

God’s light glows within each form,
felt as embrace of love warm
but if heart be not porous,
we’ll feel not the bliss torus.

From the beginning we ought
to have...

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Stone walled the feelings
Against a  fragile heart 
Broken in a million pieces 
Healing….
The fractured lines still remain...

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 Atom and Individual 
- who are you
Really, 
If one can go deep in mind, heart, Spirit?

Atom and ParamAtman
- a building without doors, windows
For you, the real you ( the I am)
Your Beloved is outside 
Trying to get to you 
- I Am within
Trying to...

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