Best Whence Poems

WHENCE WISDOM

Sins of youth, are not rare, I confess to many as mine
Include brazen claim we knew more than last generation
We may come to see our error with passing time
Or press on with obstinate determination

Demagogues have used this trend to push their intention
Seduced young with...

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From whence do poems come?
Some say--
they're children of the heart,
others say-- 
they're born in the mind's maze
but I say-- 
poems come from deeper 
than any heart
and from somewhere 
far more vast 
than any mind....

I suspect they come 
from that part of us
that lies under 
the...

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It’s October, we find time to go by the spring-house to get the tulips. It is time to prepare for winter and the inevitable coming of spring.  The bulbs look hopelessly dead and ugly, rather pitiful in fact.  We nurture them tenderly.

fall gardener
tucks...

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Alive in me, 
A crystal sea.
A growing tree,
It needs to be.

Incased in flesh,
A Spirit's breath,
A vine, a mesh,
Past time or death.

Words flow,
I know sometimes,
They're mine...
Others though seem
So sublime.

Where do the springs
Of poems flow from?
A universe of awesome things?
They flow, they fly
As if on wings.

Words wake...

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We're going back from whence we came
Answering her ancient call
It's almost as if she whispers our name
That she knows and owns us all
Salt in the blood still proves the link
Urging hearts to soar, brains to think
Salt in the blood
Salt in the blood
We admire her with...

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So sung on, sung along,
Whence we carried the sun,
And miss the moon till noon,
No breakfast is cold.
Nothing is really old.
Everything is fairly new.
The present time being the only being there is.
Whence, whence...
We are at that place....

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From whence doth evil come? 
It erupts from the twisted bowels of hell
it roams and wanders, recklessly 
throughout the landscape of the earth 
creating moral chaos and hatred
blinding the eyes of godless men. 

It captures cold hearts, hearts of stone 
devoid of emotion, unstable minds...

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‘ Whence  Day  Touches  Night … ’ ( Metaphysical Poem  # 5 ) 


Does Not Day … Touch Night
At One Instance of Time ? …
When Setting Sun … On The Horizon
Draped in Robust Pinks and Orange-Golden Capes
of Flowing Attire … Gently...

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Last night Rose won the 
2021 Final of BBC 
Strictly Come Dancing

Please do yourself a favor if you 
possibly can and watch her winning
Dance where the Music Stops

And tell me your faith in mankind
and humanity is in some small way not restored

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Once upon a time

A...

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Whence Love Came

A raindrop falls,
As her tears fell,
Her heart recalls,
What she cannot tell.

Thoughts of the years,
Seem almost wasted,
But her heart endears,
The love she has tasted.

She reaches out,
To no avail,
Doing without,
But wanting to bail.

Did he love me,
Questions crusted?
Why didn't she see,
The man she had trusted?

A new...

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When I eventually died 

And was medically pronounced dead 

What remained of my body after I was dead 

Had to be disposed of eventually 

Cremation and burial being the only real

2 currently viable available options

The only other 1 choice was

The ceremony of ones in particular

Chosen...

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A white haired lady sits front of mirror
She tears somewhat in the eye
She picks up a handle to brush the hair
That fate has thinned and vilified

She cries thinking just this thing,
He will not find me now.
No, I have waited too long in years
My true love...

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I shall go hence
back whence I sprung
to shed, disgorge, eviscerate
all that I have ever known
all that I have ever learned
all that I am
all that is me, I be.
A full hard refresh
to be what I could be
untainted, smirched
unbiased, neutered.
Hence to whence
and thence I be,
freely 
impotent....

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From whence you come? 

- gifted thou petals 
   born out a fine maiden 
   virgin ground blooms 

- bearing yellow beds 
   of daises kept  pure 
   engulfed in partial view 

- demure soft lips...

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What can presence possibly write about,
except bliss that enlivens feeble form,
caress sublime, that erases all doubt,
engulfing heart in love’s magnetism warm?
Transcending fear, we plunge into the storm,
one with the universe, penning a verse,
of soul’s vibrance, with no need to rehearse....

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