Best Wans Poems

I always liked the way she played with her hair....
across from the vast expanse of the bed,
legs up, with her back against the wall,
I saw what she felt....
and she could hold me with her deep angel-eyes ----
oogle me to stare long, or leap upon her...

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Moving on surface waters
Playing on dream-stirred waters
Diving with stretched feathers
Blowing out soft lathers

Under the clear skies
Waltzing before my eyes
Above the blue skies
Images so deep, flaunting in my eyes

Up the streams they wail
Down the streams they sail
Above the strings they play
Below the springs they pray

Dance of...

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The Protector
 
The beauty lies beneath the catastrophe, a casualty our life does not have to be 

Anger, fear and grudge, taking it out on innocent people, only God can judge 


As the smoke wans, as the dust settles, a blanket of hope lays solitaire...

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October Night Stroll

Dusk

till dawn

as amber

night wans till its

darkest dark; this is

your   vast celestial bliss.

There is  a nip  in the air,

stir  of October  autumn leaves

flickering  a blaze flight  as the wind

weaves through limbs of tree trunks  and...

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Happiness is fleeting
escaping through the folds
raping through memory
breaking through holds

It erases the bad times
it eases the rough times
but is gone before a second
gone again before the clock chimes

What an elusive thing
this happy medium in itself
foreign yet familiar
dusty off the shelf

We clutch it when it strays...

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O' what wondrous visions doth this lovely woman dream
such wicked display of wanton perversion theme
She fancies a flirtatious rendezvous with immortal, untouchable death
but doth her soul ready herself to take that final trembling breath?

O' what wondrous visions doth this mortal thing weave
such flights of passion...

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The Sea

Ever changing, ever moving,
Waters under the pull of a distant body.
Ever calming, ever soothing,
Maurarders of ever distant booty.

Try to tame lust for gold and nature,
Explore the Pirate in yourself and try to win.
The lust for treasure wans, what remains is rapture.
At six or seven...

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Why do I try?
When trouble comes,
Never just passes by,
Attacking all not some.

I live in pain,
The emotional strain
Felt all in vain,
The pain never wans.

The first time I
Had experienced this pain;
I truly did try,
It was in vain.

I was trapped,
In a terrible nightmare:
My sanity snapped,
Left in misery, despair.

I...

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What is out there_stars
They say that there's Mars
Then that fickled Moon
Wans and grows_shines_glows
Contains a face_space

The Milky Way
Glows night and day
Spiraling speed
Meets all our needs

What where why
What being
Created 

All this
Beauty

God...

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I realize I have reached the age of life...
Where time is but of stress and strife...	
Energy wans without direction...
Of useless knowledge regarding reprehension...
What we thought we knew was never the truth..
It was nothing but lies, truth is, they all took advantage of our youth...
Regardless of...

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I discovered miscellaneous meaningless hodgepodge...

dating back circa: Age of computer antiquity
mine signature worthless gibberish
found Earthling dumbfounded
for further waste of time inquire
about trivial details constituting 
more'n six electronic new pages
the following an excerpt from book of
Matthew Scott Harris.

Courtesy of AskJeeves,
and special acknowledgement
to Google search algorithm, this...

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A gentle hush falls over the pond
The crickets cease a morning song
The jewel-toned feathers, swiftly flew
With feathered friends, soon out of view
He looks out high, from tree top place
His wings must plunge on empty space
The nest, a haven, he yearns to stay
To take this risk...

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Stepping from fall to winter
is a difficult journey for some,
our minds are still living in orange
as our surroundings turn white,
leaving us confused and in fright.

The warmth of the mighty sun wans,
replaced by chilly and biting winds,
entering our hearts and bones to freeze,
an icy greeting which...

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I am truly sorry my love
my actions contradict my words of love
hypocrite I am an abomination I am
 I regrett sorely my indiscretions
my affection wans not but waxes hot
desire fuels my moves to bring you close
unpredictablility is my stongest asset
I wish so bad my actions...

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