Best Wonted Poems

...So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather,
Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness,
So fragile is this rose laying in heather,
Slowly withering and drying, crumbling to a powder......

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...Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear intense talk of the climate, recyclin......

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...I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity. 
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people  who have hurt me .I was literally 
sitting in a pool of......

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..."A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else."  _ John Burroughs


In the Garden of Eden, an ominous silence spread.
From the Heavenly Paradise, a......

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...Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
         To Her Children…2015

Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering ......

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...I heard the dreadful Dryad's scream
As axe bit into woody flesh
The sap oozed out as scented cream
My veins stood out in rictal mesh

My wits all scrambled left me quick
My hands and face were ......

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...
"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarm......

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...Go forth, you man of a hellish breed.
Go forth, you man of yellow hair and skin of orange hue.
Go forth, with your wickedness a brew.

Go forth, and dwell in your white sanctuary.
Go forth, with......

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...Dubieties engulf all around
 As the brume in the dawn
  Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud  
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Songs soon sing from the sky
 The common notes ......

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...At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a......

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...The story of the world is an absorbing dream. 
Though longer than our lives, it sometimes feels as brief
As our own rapid days, whose swiftly flowing stream
Bears memory downstream: a light and he......

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...To my dearest dear…
Am going through a very bad phase
Loads of works and above all business targets,
Once you came to my thought 
And out of all yips, I smiled back for a second
Those flicks wit......

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...Like a reclusive boat, I remained there,
discerning the prevailing winds of change,
which many a time, made me embrace fear,
by surpassing the stipulated range.

When winds of change blurred the......

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...A flying bird I am for heavenly flight;
No enthralling branch can hold me tight.
Free I am from all the passing years;
not submitting to the baseless fears.
Free I am from all the worldly chains;......

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...A barren paradise 
Paper parachutes
Bleed, I before we
Except after deaths
String of light suctions 
Screams captioned 
Vocalizing muffles
Fleas flee
Parasites sight 
Leaches beseech 
Conve......

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