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 incarcerated,
Battle with the sharp arrows of hunger and dearth;
To those who appropriate to themselves,
Mother...

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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 confliction that whirled into a strange collage-puberty's 
design. But whether...

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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, 
Memories slip from faded pouch
Scattering verses all about
Things that matter most to me
Are those that others never see
I take them...

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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 the pure rain –
sheltered....

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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.

And now - withering thuds of heavy strides
Drown the boulder, the child’s hideout, 
And a...

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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. 
But life has been an upward climb. 
Enforced restraint was guaranteed. 

Whether young or old a struggle—
angelic...

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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 change
neither do the not born,
the newly risen don’t – do not change!
May the changing ones eat
the...

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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.

Wresting just liberty for lifetimes to be
Brave hearts manned the boats for fate destined to share.
Glory would leap from tales...

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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 their treats!


Picture # 3
Written on 3/24/2016...

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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...

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

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Here we stand on this, the Lee of 
                       ...

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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 pangolins made from clear crystal glass.
Hope of directed flattery joyful...

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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 accomplish
The enormous valor it ought
To vanquish my breath apart
For I am eternal,

I know no...

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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 doesn't know enough to go in

snow after snow I'm sick...

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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 chamber door
Tritely, tritely, “Nevermore.”

Hear the necrophilic, dream-drugged poet speak
With inebriated breath:
“Ulalume…Lenore…Red Death!”

Wonder at his lust for wasting, waning, weak
Ebbing women, bloodless-white,
Like Virginia,...

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