Best Welds Poems

He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which...

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We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.

The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.

Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat...

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Along the baseboard in a small kitchen
there is a tiny hole, the perfect size to go
unnoticed, perfect for a secret hideaway.
Little twin girls imprisoned at the table
not allowed to leave unless those cold
olive green peas are completely gone!
Canned peas, that had a bit of the...

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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
       my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
       unbalanced 
       steadied by a backbone of faith

She bears a tattered, red...

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To build these giants
It took many men
Various trades
Manufacturing gems
 
Scaffolders, Platers
Drawing room to sea
But one trade
Makes it happen for me
 
Whatever they made 
No matter what they joined
My choice is not made
On the flick of a coin
 
These are the guys
That make metals talk
Settle their...

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Within the pillow case universe, on the sacred night of Halloween,
There was a disturbance in the natural force of the candy zone,
And this is what began the legendary saga, of the goodie treats
Positive sweetness vs. the sour darkness bitter stomach upset!
But both sides conflicting, still...

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The Dragonfly
 
I saw this monstrosity of a dragonfly
Swiftly take flight from a grassy field
By its wings, the wind was quite high
Trees and tall grasses bowed in yield
 
Strangely it flew with such a loud roar
Even the lions, if nearby would scurry
It could hover and in some...

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A warship she is, this ship of gray, 
Underway, underway, making way. 
The decks vibrate, the tone, the sound, 
Un-der-way-un-der-way, the pistons pound. 

On the horizon stands a singular mast, 
Un-der-way-un-der-way, make her fast. 
Increase her speed, begin the turn, 
Un-der-way-UN-DER-WAY, prop and churn! 

Balanced...

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Whispering echoes magic dust 
soul's mate breathless wonder aired 
peace within an eternal halo promise sings

Until time itself ends inside forever loved 
circling trust colours salt of the sands 
running out pure golden time captured

Holding precious memories sparked together 
warmly lighting gems behind a veil...

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Lips are just a touch
But a touch in every way
It's this touch that touches most
That entices this touch to say

This touch even makes our eyes
Magnetic touch, though no metal shows
For it welds this magnetic touch
From this touch, life can grow


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Now that love's hands have lifted from my searching eyes, I have begun to see. I look at the faces of those who love has captured, and my misanthropic vision clouds their joy. Don't they know what love will do to them? It will consume...

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look Out your window. 
By Ian Van D. Chandler

We all look for infinities,
In this artichoke world. 

	Above mistaken me.
	There are pleasant humming bees.
       settled to watch so far up, 
		yet, I’m here. Just away. 

we had walked between the...

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Enthusiasm is a sharp blade in our toolbox of genuine stories.
The box embroidered with desire and filled with emotions you learned before thinking
to raise your right hand 
and give your answer an
honest try.

A want
to be willing 
to be worth it.
That’s what enthusiasm brings.

A hammering heart...

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Later in life, as much a mess 
As a disorderly garage 

Each tool truant to its place
Lured away 
by carelessness:

Oily rags of memory slouching
Slack over the edge of a name,
Sockets of knowledge 
Rolling beneath a table, 

An engine of wit rust-caked, grass smothered,
Lying idle in...

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It's hell trying to think,
the welds do distract.
As the train travels over the seams of it's track.

In my head Howard swears, that he'll never be back!
My eyes follow a vagrant,
seeking the change that he lacks.

Another desperate attempt,
at another desperate attempt.
To save another days worth of...

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