Best Wist Poems

"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning 
from Hell 
which never 
really left him 
any peace, 
the...

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Beautiful picturesque soft glowing light 
against the darkness, whilst burning shooting
star catapult through the sky in its flight. 
Spinning fine idyllic thread flow, moving.

In mine heart, I evoke the narrative 
wist of our youth. An inexhaustible 
love; now lost in the waning sedative 
silence of...

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The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight

He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine

The trees are budding,...

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In the midst of midnight twilight
			
Silence   gently fades in a cascade

Warm wist embrace  of a blazing sun

Tension burst in  darken moment  made afraid

	      		 

Roaring voices  sounds  of thunder	
	
Epic  heartbeat tsunami ...

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It was like listening to the music of
Rhapsody in Blue, 
the striking of the piano keys
and vibration of wind instruments. 
The faster the music got
his anger spewed with an inner wrath, 
loud voice and harsh words.

Looking into his fathomless brown eyes  
told me the...

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Upon these craggy hills, I sit and in wonderment, I stare 
Gods beauty is reflected everywhere 
thundering surf crashing below
It's Thomas Hardy's world we know

The limestone rock formations 
Millions of years the transformation 
Under the sea, they lay until the continents collided
And here they stand...

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Bailey's an marmalade whisk my eye glare
Smiles of a man marry and skill inner fairy
Frawn stance, a lore france, erewhile recite
Like memory life afore him forby and touch
Then clepe that soft pure white coat skin
Mirror his eyes and gaze to wist mere lips
But no I...

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October now is on its way;
November mists are here to stay.
With mornings dark and damp and drear
The wintry blast is ever near.
	Welcome to November.

A mournful mist entombs the trees.
All is still – no hint of breeze.
Like soup the mist lies in the vale;
All colours bleached,...

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WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES

Lilies white, blushing with red roses sweet
A lily-rose fair, unstained, Rome's virtuous Lucrece
Of beauty so strong, even in desire, men doth retreat. 

Sextus Tarquinius vile with the lust that men enclose
Defiant, would defile, such a flawless rose
Unable to repose his...

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I  tried to tie, I said, I said,
some rocks to billowed clouds.
In this I was a fool, a chump!
For rocks, as is both well allowed
and widely wist,
pass always through these vapor stumps,
and gathered mists,
and won't be bound with lumps.
So all I’ve really done is...

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We are travellers on this terrestial plane
where acorns are consumed in tinder season 
oaks fell by angry hurricane 
robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw 
haughty araba viciously murdered for standing 
on progress impatient path
omo succulent  spine constantly curry 
carver's merciless scythe
okere's throaty tunes...

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*Image of Outer Space by EIR.

September's Star

   Vespers of the North Star,
            Prithee August zephyrs,
                 ...

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There is something about eighteen wheelers,
For most of us can only wonder.
A trucker is respected to the up most,
From the east to west coast.
Oh demand to get to their destination,
Wist no hesation.
Only the strong will go the long haul,
They have no time to stall.
The endurance...

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Augury tones spoke of omnipresence,
placed their own conception for world became.
Begotten mad. Begotten mania.
She watched the mad, the mania for years.
Empty devotion behind their death-masks.

"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."

"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."

One day this desert will bury them...

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A raw communion wafer in my hand
A hard wind melting the castles of sand

There is an anger roaring through us
A surf thrashing on the rocky shore
An inebriated old incubus
Its wist binds our Samson to the floor
It butters the children dry bread
Broke hole in my mother's...

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