Best Withheld Poems

I remember
when I was a poor boy
and nobody loved me
mamma's tears felt like acid
burning holes in my heart -
I became breathless

triggers came without a guarantee
violence...

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~ATLANTIS~   Featuring:) Kelly Deschler

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Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse 
Atlantis swallowed by:...

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For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                ...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've...

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Speak not of glorious visions past. 
The dark remorse of woe 
into the nightly splendour fades, 
Where now, I too must go.

Weep not the tears...

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Behind our house, below the deck
with its pleasing benches and sylvan view,
the back yard we have descends steeply
to a little stream called Chimacum Creek.

It is...

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Have you longed to give your heart just for the sake of giving?
Withheld for years, for pain and tears spark fear that steals from living...

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Why, Momma, why?
Was I not deserving 
of you?
Was I not good?  
Was I too frail?
Did you send me away
Because your own life 
derailed?

Why, Momma,...

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I was once a thief, never done for Stealing guns,
or knives. Money, laundering offences, or Somebody’s wife. 
I robbed God of tithes that I must...

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You called me Memory 
not realizing that is all I want
I couldn't ask for anymore 
than to be a lovely memory in someone's heart
To be...

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Thank you to my friend, Robert Lindley, for another joint project, 
every bit as rewarding as any of the rest.

Rise At Dawn's Soft Spoken And...

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Even so young, life is so precious 
Of human nature there is but one thing on her mind 
As the two year old sits on...

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Rise At Dawn's Soft Spoken And Eager Sun's Reprieve

Let forests pure and pristine, live to give great hope
that man can see true Light beyond his...

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Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky— 
For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt;
Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath;
Surely there's...

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Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
        ...

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