Best Words Fail Poems

Softly, softly, my love,
do your fingers trace
the fullness of my cheek,
trailing a message,
a whisper, as soft as new down.

I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.

Deeply, deeply my love,
do your warm eyes
seek the depths of my...

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When Words Fail Me

When words fail me, my shadow will trail me:
A meandering silhouette.
Numerous adventures , we will embark upon
No words will be spoken!
Naturally!
Or unnaturally!

Countries vast with barren lands
Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and
Windswept oceans.

On winged birds, we will  fly
Undulating to the wind.
We will look...

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When everybody is right is anybody wrong
sometimes my mind rambles losing its way
every so often it finds its way back
I don't know where it's going or coming from
we can predict the date of our birth 
death is more elusive

my mind rambles like a bowl of...

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February fourteenth shock,
headline news, no valentine.
Fourteen students stilled, shot without regard 
for who they were or who they might become,
in complete shock, their families and friends.
Three adults unselfishly
put their bodies in danger.
Others too regarding innocent kids, 
proved how very professional they are;
they'll teach anti-violence to...

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Intellect in disarray,
Eloquence falls short, again.
You, perfect picture, in my mind’s eye,
Words often fail when they aim to describe.

I look in every lexicon,
Delving into dictionaries,
Empty out encyclopaedias,
Thumbing through the thesauri...

I conclude no words compare to you, 
Descriptions weak and rarely true.
No word does justice, phrases...

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How does one convey
a past not meant to last?
How does one explain
a numbed brain?
How can emotions
simply disappear?
Why do we turn against
those we hold dear?
When will our life
as we knew resume?
Back to normal
can we assume?
End the desire
oneself to impale?
Words fail....

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When words fail me, my shadow will trail me:
A meandering silhouette.
Numerous adventures , we will embark upon
No words will be spoken!
Naturally!
Or unnaturally!

Countries vast with barren lands
Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and
Windswept oceans.

On winged birds, we will  fly
Undulating to the wind.
We will look down
And take note...

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Words fail to dictate
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thoughts of you release my light 
tonight light draws your beauty out 
but a fool was birthed this night
thoughts of you release my light 
words keep me from your present sight
why can’t I find a word to shout
thoughts of you release my light 
tonight light...

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Sometimes words fail me,

The pain of watching war unfold,

Trying to express something that always seems
Just out of reach,

The pain that can accompany love,

The 
risk of taking down our mask,

Watching the staggering beauty
of being,
rub against oblivion.

Sometimes words just fail me,

So I offer out my empty hands,

Empty...

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Times may come when words will fail ~~
          Emotions will run high, and tears prevail.

written December 21, 2021...

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The first glance
After a long awaited chance.
She, in her essentials, bare
So gorgeously fair
In her eyes, a naughtiness gleamed
More in store, it seemed
And so it turned out 
Oomph, beauty, passion- all a rout
In her negligee she stood, a red hot thing
Sending my heart & pulse racing
Leaving...

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When words fail Jan
                                    Jan writes poems with sword










A tribute...

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Words fail me
illogic sickens our world
as we’re caught in the
dystopic distemper 
of our times.

The ice cube’s melting
the waters rising,
yet our house burning
as this ill wind blows
nobody no good
and that puff of LA breeze
only spreads the stench
of viral victims.

Our future discounted
by doubting Thomas deniers
prophets of false...

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Musing Lately

Let’s just say
with my husband now having heart troubles and my 
being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing
how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s

language (for all its commanding need to be used...

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