Best Wresting Poems

...To those who measure the depths of their power,
In the fathomless pools of tears of the oppressed;
To the human hyenas that gorge themselves full,
While the sons and the daughters of the incarcera......

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...I yearn for when my troubles were as frost flowers; when the intermittent wresting
of my inner strings was natural , a part of growing up, and when, from tender stem , 
there emerged feelings of co......

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...Wresting words from mind to pen
Spilling ink and thoughts again.
Recalling days of youthful fun,
Bags of marbles, precious ones.
Unshared secrets, memories old
Hidden deep in velvet folds, 
Mem......

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...Autumn.
The morn is wresting itself
between ill
leaves, which that summer
brought along.
The sky stayed
in clefts.
The yellow lamps
among dark trees.
It’s autumn.
Slowly, downwards
after t......

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...Flutters a crocodile gecko his thick-edged tail,
And licks his sticky lips with his twisted tongue; 
His eyes ablaze with fire, and in his abdomen, 
Rotten corpses stand erect like haunting tombs.......

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...I walk in starlight’s drizzle,
sprinkling softly on my head. 
But within I wield a chisel,
wresting poetry instead. 

Unhindered by the test of time,
my plan through acquisition to succeed. 
B......

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...I can’t recall this never existing
     Pallid cold corridors so colorless
         I have traversed over and over
              In endless searching…

Stepping over putridity
     Awash in iso......

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...OMAHA
Peaceful solitude, stoic patriots share.
Pure white rows atop lush lawns of virgin green.
Guards of Omaha at Colleville sur Mer
Young souls bartered when feckless old minds convene.
......

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...Yes, everything here changes.
Again the wheel is turning
wresting with iron fingers
out of my heart steaming blood.
But You, I will not sell You
for thirty silver coins.
The dead ones do not ch......

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...Cobo and Nala are two different breeds,
they have fun doing those naughty deeds,
wresting and rolling on clean bed sheets,
jumping on the kitchen table to eat beets,
sweet dog cookie bones are th......

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...LOVE   

Life today, matters when living in the chaos of a broken mixed up life.
To be centered in true divided open love. Of a real communication getting along.
In the presented show, of creative pa......

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...Barchans go on droughting in Yagyakarta sods
outpaced here I throw a soliton in gaze-mirage

			*

Here we stand on this, the Lee of 
                                       Dual Sandhorns {    and th......

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...up to my ankles in icy snow
the dogs wresting the shovel
and running away
the hood of my coat is slipping down over my eyes
my gloves are too big
I feel like a cranky cold five year old
who doe......

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...I am hollow
A bottomless hole
I am no gold-dust
For I am so close,

No truism ought to deny
For all eternity I exist
Dwelling next to every life
For I am so real,

One life could never acco......

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...Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)

In the vaulted mausoleum hear the shriek!
Madeline is wresting free
From her tomb-tied agony.

Hear the rapping, tapping of the Raven-beak,
Rhyming at your chambe......

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