Best Withers Poems

This is not a poem about a rose
Nor a poem about diligence and beauty
Today, I sit and stare at the walls
Walls    that...

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I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers 
have escaped me ~
grievous gray 
now flows through my veins.

I shiver melancholia,
entombed...

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A rose held before the dawn, overwhelmed by benevolent beauty,
its virginity violated by hostel hands,
only then will it reveal its blood-stained thorns,
where infatuated innocence is...

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I Saw The Great And Mighty Wave


I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's...

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 When love blossoms, in full bloom, the rose of bright 
scarlet dances with sculptured petalled passion
 as alluring fragrance enchants to ignite
senses and heart...

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Must money make man mad?
Money makes man mad
Meanwhile, man made money
Must millions make man mad?

Massive money many mention
Mighty materials, man’s main mandate
Making many mentally magnetic
Mean...

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The steep waning of duskfall held by one
Cuddled by a wheeze , the dim air’s pale  light,
Nestling  upon boughs of  memoirs undone
As...

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A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A...

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The Power of One

Slowly shadows devour the day’s light,
The silhouette of fear draws breath 
From the soul left gasping,
A firestorm of fury gathering,
Like mists of...

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“Let me be strong, for to be anything else is to languish in the abyss of compromise and to descend to places of impoverishment so...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester, 
mocks in the tomb's chill,
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon...

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
I think I made you up inside my...

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Once, a strange structure appeared in a barn yard
difficult not to  notice, a scaffold to hang horses
for throwing their masters
Dumb and never protesting they...

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on melting snow

first cherry blossom

withers too soon

mum ties pink ribbons

to the white casket




Or

on melting snow


first cherry blossom


withers too soon


mum  unties ribbons


from empty cot-bed





Inspired...

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POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to...

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