Best Welcomed Poems

Hidden within dark shadow
Wishing for a loving touch
Wanting yet hoping no one see's
A need for something soothing
Of feeling a gentleness 
Pain is all she knows, all she's lived
Daily praying for what will not come 
Knowing her prayers will go 
unanswered
Believing in only cruelty
Savage she knew...

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As days of Winter end with Spring,
Before we know, that time will bring
Complete release to walk and roam-
Devote more time away from home.
Enthralled by Spring's much longer day,
For us to spend outdoors in play-
Go seek out new and varied blooms,
Have joy in smelling sweet perfumes.
Invite...

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"How many people are praying for love?"

There are countless people in this world who have no one that loves them ... NO ONE!

Why is that not the most critical concern for all of us who DO?!?

Why are there not organizations, groups, web sites, and governments...

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Sarah Adams 14 August 1848

Conrad Aiken 17 August 1973

Kinsley Amis 22 October 1995

Allen Gingsberg 5 April 1997

Pablo Nerudo 23 September 1973

Walt Whitman 26 March 1892

I hope it is not too soon that i too

Am welcomed home...

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God Welcomed Us

Today not sure where I should begin
What about all of the women and men?
From their country becoming a refugee
Trying to find wonderful place to be.

No one had a problem like that before
Right down street there is some store
Every other corner church can be...

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Most Authors and Writers of any kind
would want to avoid the sharp, biting mind 
of that mordant and poignant Satirist
whose words of ridicule, and taunting interest
lampoon the very heart and soul
of even the most ardent of Poets so bold
with all their mortifying diatribe
and instill hopelessness...

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I was nursing a Metamusel Cocktail to keep me on the go,

When I fell asleep in my Lazy-Boy 'round nine o'clock or so.

'Round midnight my clock chimes 'wakened me with a start,

And stumbling over the cat in the dark, to the bathroom I did dart!

(Like...

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The silent treatment may well be
Relief from mate's verbosity,
Rare moments of tranquility....

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Chilled paws on the ground,

Ears held upright to the wind,

The he-wolf on her right flank,

He is good support,

The one who runs with her now,

She didn't want him at first,

This has proven him,

She tried to chase him away,

But he slunk right after her,

She has grown fonder,

He...

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I joyously rise to many a contented day
Where I find welcome bliss in your eyes
That gently carry me happily on my way
With pen through sweet verse and rhyme…

For many a day in our lives, I have seen
How brown eyes lovingly enchant brown eyes
Providing sweet memories...

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Written September 4, 2016


So tired of all this stress
The hours I've put in this desk
Sending and receiving
Never truly reading
A glaze has covered my eyes

I've known it all too well
The pain of walking the line
Toeing the precipice
Edges of edifice
The view has opened my eyes

All these buses...

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Why would I even bother so to continue down this road
Why would one never concede falling on his own pride
In how would I even know that something is truly owed
Why continue pressing forward as all things are behind

Neither having seen nor heard and yet claiming...

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Welcome children of all ages
For theirs a field filled with daisies
Gently breath of every lasting

Breathe in sweet for memories
Are beneath your feet
A beautiful song the angels keep..

Summers' windows of world Devine
Is a world of mine
Creations for the kind 

Innocents inside your minds
A tongue to speak...

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Vibrations splinter and echo off of the walls of this bare and empty room
Silence interrupted. 
I sit staring up at the ceiling fan as it spins. 
Drifting farther into the void, until all I hear is noise. 

Until all I hear is the low hum of the tv...

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Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow....
As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow.
A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head...
Following oh following b'neath my dread.
Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning...

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