Best Wherewithal Poems

I eat upon a creaky table
   and think in quiet realms,
   sleep I will on some luminous cloud,
   wonder...

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The Burning


It was seven days and seven nights
Or there abouts, I was not so sure
Life was shrouded in the darkness not at all pure
I lost...

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I was named ...
For my father, but not quite as you might think ...
His first name is my middle name, Richard,
And his middle name, Thomas,...

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For Jared Pickett's Trois Par Huit.....Tanka.....Rondel Contest:

It is fall
and now I’ve tasted gall -
prefaced by a final kiss from you.

The moon, huge ball above that...

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Tommy’s battle is in the bulge.
So much marmite in his pantry.
Celebrating, he does indulge.
Souper Choir laments in chantry.

What is this edible cement?
I’ve not the wherewithal...

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There is the wondrous nature of it all
Spring flowers, summer rain, winter snowfall
Ants and bees and anything seeming small
Or sunrises... across the world enthrall

Inate talent...

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Your best investment lies in God’s hands
Which guarantee life, love and boundless care
Regardless of kinds and types of lands
Which your feet dare to walk without...

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Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted...

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I rage, my need for you bleeding helpless
tied, bound by these silken ropes of love
my cries will never reach your side, my life
over the music...

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There is a potential so pure in your nature
that it be nexus between diviner and rapture
where freedom finds the fire of Prime Creator
deep in the...

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15 of them begin the emotional ritual attired in silk & sequens,
they maneuver miraculously one after another on burning coals glowing violet,
the dance steps are...

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Villanelle : Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil

Whosoever’s inveigled by the general theory of Good in Evil
Knows not Yang in Yin’s...

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What makes the hiking up mountains more striking?
What makes the driving more fun than arriving?
What makes the ocean-ing worth the sun lotioning?
   ...

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I hate you now, you did me wrong
I did you till the cows came home,
My friend called and said, ‘’she was through with you’’,
And I...

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Darkness 

In a quiet room the darkness encircles all 
The slightest of shadows seemly abounds
Your eyes grappling to focus wherewithal 
You become attuned to all...

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