Best Witness Poems

While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.

The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
And night blooms graced the walks, like evening's masterpieces!

The birds were still singing, and jeweled fireflies...

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Pretending to be the pure an innocent,

          a viper the mask hides. 

In the absence of those to defending themselves,

          the more vigorously it swears.

Those that show...

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White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
 
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail....

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A party store robbery last weekend
deadly for patron and clerk
Suspect ran out, waving his gun 
bandanna just covered his smirk

Eye-witnesses? Almost a dozen
not one of them saw anything
Which way did he go? We really don't know
straight faced they won't say a thing

No one was fazed...

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In little towns the big events are locally presented,
and every family in the town is usually represented.
Shopkeepers shut their doors when a pioneer curls his toes,
and if someone’s up to mischief, then everybody knows.

Every sporting club is well supported, right down to the wire,
they are...

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One lovely moth is flying through the night
with satin wings lined white in their design.
He hovers over innocence by moonshine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he will soon alight.
He ceases fluttering so he might dine
upon sweet nectar of his...

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"Witness of You"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Before my own eyes, it has been seen
The true potential of a pair of jeans
Another example of His Wonderful Grace
I'm sure that's why He Dressed it with your face
Bringing it all together along with your frame
The differences between one...

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witness to a crime
                           a chipmunk with a mouthful
          ...

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I slept all day and woke to the rain,
With the low purr of thunder rolling around my temples.
Through my open window rose, darkly, the scent of the earth,
Cool, ripe, metallic,
Revived by the unforecast shower.

I waited, the airless gap stretching wider,
Time stepping, achingly, forwards,
Slicing away second...

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Towering high the pine tree spies
Darkness gleaming across the skies.
All-embracing limbs it reaches
In all directions it beseeches.
Yearning for ominous actions to end
Locked they hide; secretly they offend.
Veiled is the door guarding treacherous fate
Never exposing; hold and isolate.
Looming colossal to pointed peak
Shadows adorn branches yearning to...

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As Heaven Our Witness, Gave Its True Smile

Now here is love true, it is yours to hold
Its tenderness, as a rose petal's bloom
In its depths dare we both to be so bold
In savory nights, love in our bedroom
O' my lover, how I desire your kiss
And...

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Places where good and evil play their games my minds conscious 
My light force fighting the dark sides final conflict 
The saber tooth born civil and slung then raised feral 
Grown wild 
Some human beings create terror for their own child   
Distant from...

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When Again We Meet

Softly he says, "Should I die do not wait for me." She smiles,
"Just as the moon exhales no light without first a breath from the sun,
without you I'd be in darkness; what is paradise without light?" 



04/17/2018...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand

At dawn’s brittle cusp—
  he climbs, each step
    a nail in time’s coffin
  breath ragged
    a Psalm torn mid-hymn.

The rope tastes of incense and myrrh—
  Liberty’s fracture
    braided through its...

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Then Comes the Lady in Blue


(“...But to the sound of his passing/he sings.  It is a kind of triumph/that he grieves— thinking of the white lilacs in bloom, profuse, fragrant, white in excess of all seasonal need,/and of the mockingbird’s crooked/arrogant notes , hooking...

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