Best Wearies Poems

Come to me and lay down your wearies,
              In the bed of rose petals rest appease.

          The soft  voice of siren will...

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Denial is a can of peas
whose contents
should never be indulged
beyond the expiration date.
Yet there I stood, 
evidence screaming reality
at my eyes, their gaze steadfast
upon the wailing baby girl 
before me in her bassinet.
My mind then confidently knew
that what lay there
could have never come
from briefest self-indulgence.
Still,...

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OLD HOUSE

built in 1905
before i was born
i wonder
what were the owners like?
shadows are quick to reply

some nights
as i watch the tube
quick shadows tell
i am not the owner
am but a house guest    an intruder

winter wearies
with the same old view
out my kitchen window
how many...

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I dwell in a pretty home
Filled with fragrant emotions 
Beautiful days pass as foam
Endearing enchants our fashions. 

Home of ours, built with hopes
To dine without any unpleasant worries
Every brick earned of hardest sweat
Tied us with love, without wearies.

Sand and bricks blended with water
To give life...

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There are days when I wonder why it matters
To have existed at all in this time and space.
My presence here is like a sound that clatters
Then fades to silence leaving not a trace.

Was there some point to being cast in this coil?
Was there a measurable...

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THE UNIVERSE ALWAYS SAYS YES

I had to be
Because
I am

She said no
The no was ignored

He carried on 
As it was meant to be.

She lay still.
Thus, was me.

Did not come from the earth
Nor will I be committed back to it.

I had to be.
Because I am.

I said no,...

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Enduring love in a letter box
for it wearies not with age
neither does it fade in time 
It forever lives on every page

Oh I know it all to well
love comes and go's like the tides
but here within the letter box
just read then close your eyes

You smell...

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A fragile Force

O’ year after year, and even day after day,
I come to grasp the grandeur of what is at play.
The importance of the LIFE that is available to all,
The significance in rising after we fall!

I am sure that every man once had a great...

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As you walk

without hesitation

without gratitude

Seemingly,

without fear 

As you walk

back to your place
of power and privilege


You still
require her to smile


As you walk
past the place of humanity,
brokenness


shrill echoes
of shattered glass
 

You still
require her to smile


As you walk
back to your place
of power and privilege


Her silent screams
and muffled dreams
are...

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Much to my consternation,
I see poems, lacking punctuation!
It would seem my poetic friend,
the latest and modern trend
is to write without indication,
of a poet’s true inclination.
Pray how, ask I, can we
understand what we see,
without capitals or colon,
full stops - the list goes on,
including commas and queries?
This...

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It's insanity, for all is vanity;
   It's like spinning your wheels, going nowhere fast.
Getting caught up in things that will not last.
  Building your hopes upon the sand;
Wasting your time on an already foiled plan.
   One that is ruined before...

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Oh wow just look at that tower. It is the tower of towels. They are in a queue waiting for the dryer today. The drier is having a manicure so they will all have to just wait. Yes that's right wait. It is the symbolic...

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The Coin

I am a survivor at all costs
I refuse to lay down my life
Living the Good Fight of Faith
Until my steps cease to be

Someone said to me recently
Looking me straight in the eyes
Said, I mourned over your death
When you almost died a few years ago

Frankly,...

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Ecotone 

I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among
The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated.
It seemed to say, “We live, still!

My house sits in a tension zone, an ecological “no man’s land” where
Tall Grass Prairie and the Cross Timbers, vie for...

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