Best Weld Poems

In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.

Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims
a triumph—or perhaps a dirge—
for we have harnessed Hephaestus’ fire
yet grasped not his wisdom.

Verne's visions chart...

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I’m lost within words 
   unwritten between 
     pastel pages of the past, 
Yet I weave lyrical love 
   for my sun 
in shimmering shades
   of sunsets and northern lights, 
wishing the amaranthine 
 ...

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Loving you is easy as the heart sings into your heaven 
Come kiss me sugar before the snow melts

Stunning visions before the mirrors a flame sparks
As two white doves in eternal faithfulness weld us together 

Standing an adoring torch within a breathtaking ray of sunlight...

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Summer 1967
                           None of us ready for heaven
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In times of plight I seek for you,
  When rivers freeze and left are few,
While sorrow strikes, among the meek,
  O’er the winds, and under the creeks,
It's you who then I wish to seek.

Mirth adorned in your silhouette,
  In times of war,...

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Written: September 22, 2023
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Shimmering shadow sinks sandy saffron shrouds  
Beneath azure skies, wispy wise wool clouds. 
Incalescences in a skid, distinct buds in the weld 
Wobbly whirl seesaw weirds the whole head.

Viewing nature in the inner of a transient scoop.
Nature's many blooms, rich giving stake...

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Pondering cromulent forms of love
I look around; down, then up combined, as
Scintillia of hope soothes my spine
Supine on mighty force of faith, for
My mine is snug in cool dark chocolate, and
Ethereal lights; sweet solitude and bliss, I have kissed -
Warm canopy of night reminds me...

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For far too long the system failed 
    in the hearts of many Cree.
Where justice for their friends and family 
    would never set them free.
So at this time we tell a story 
    and wish...

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Within my breast still boils like summer clouds
Passion and longing_ desire to be held
Like one afraid of summer's thundercloud
Feeling secure, warm, loved to his body weld

What happened to that flame; did glacier flow
Icing even small ember tucked away?
When did the last bit of scented smoke...

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Written: September 27, 2023
Love Poem Contest                                       Darla...

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When one makes viable peace 
Between erstwhile colonial whites 
And erstwhile colonized blacks 
To the advantage of the whites
We urge for a Nobel Peace Prize
Such was the case in South Africa. 

‘It is all for the greater good’
The activists will proclaim
The judges proudly pronounce
‘The triumph...

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Maundy Thursday, we know clearly,
The Christ did say: "Remember me..."

The ritual tale of the Master,
Washed feet availed, fond kiss rendered.

How humble then, that sacred act
Of loving grand in precious pact.

The supper room where The Christ held
A meal to groom those love would weld.

All twelve round...

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We’re gonna grow you,

slop you and slow you...

Just as the moles do-

in and out of holes,

in and out of food.


What did I just brew?

Where are my hands on the shelf?

Clearing out the pastries like the little people’s elf’s-

jumping and cheering like we’ve got nobody else-

to...

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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND


White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work 
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates, dirty jokes and smoking, oh where has my boyhood gone?

Seven-thirty...

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You sink deep.

Without even touching you,
I feel you ripple across my skin.
When your fingers move, I feel them
curl around mine -burning across
all the obsolete space between us-

I'm always having to 
swallow my heart back,
clenched teeth shoving rebellion
down my throat. Nothing but a 
raw excuse for...

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