Best Wildest Dreams Poems

five, seven, five craze
poet’s mind becomes obsessed --
visions of seasons

all four blend as one
melting pot of poetry --
eating more than words

winter puts pounds on
spring has...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist,...

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In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring

So therefore no adjective was...

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WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them...

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Your words has made love to me under a spell
I feel just so alive inside your love sweetheart
flying echoes within beautiful songbirds singing in the...

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Beauty Found Within

What are you talking about that I am nobody.
I traveled deep and far
I came back with the ability
to see all the beauty within
Do...

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My crazy dream is to begin again
back when I ran breathless in fields of green,
enchanted and well past the age of ten,
yet back when my...

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I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle...

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10~14~2016                     Oh, Yes Please Dare

Trust...

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The drip is connected to my right arm
It works, as they say, just like a charm
I'm delirious with joy, must be morphine
Here comes the best...

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Too long I limped along a lonely road, born into this Sahara desert of a life, 
parched and hungry, face weathered and gaunt.
A deaf, dumb,...

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The first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence
And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it...

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Where dreams sit, in the moments just before a smile – in the hesitance just before a word – in the memory who holds so...

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