Best Yond Poems

Never will I see pine trees,
or dream of whistling wind in leaves,
hear the moaning of the trains
in lonely nighttime southern rains.

Sunshine wakes a cross at morn.
Unsatisfied, I rise at dawn.
Moving to instinct unknown,
once claimed this foreign place my home.

Long ago, I dreamed of dance,
heightened form...

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When wracked with suff'ring even more,
     I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who drowns in sorrows sore
     which harm, harass, and maul his state.

Aggrieved for what feels like forever,
     I trouble God...

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In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst

The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and...

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A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Not a thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen

I turn a cheek full of regret and slowly make my...

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My God!
what's in yond wind yee broke
doth burn mine eyes 
and make me choke.

Such bitter breeze
such wafting savour 
assaults mine senses
which flee in terror!

No sewage pit
nor stagnant mire
cans't rival thine
unholy power.

A road dead skunk
in a summer's swelter
would smell more like a rose
most precious flower.

What cursed...

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Qu'ry this: a chivalrous charlatan, I,
Dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
Aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art yet
Ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth,

And if beheld by the ingraft m'rtal, thus,
Wouldst rend'r those folk stunn'd to reticence.
Such provocative p'rfection f'r a prop'r prose
Pedestal doth now standeth thy...

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*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.

Tale of The Night Movers

Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.

Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed 
within your ethereal pull
exacting Cupid's pursuit
impresses dependably.

Slay suspicious initiatives
yond hints of their riddled
hearts pausing serenity
and tryst capers a fullness
until dawning climbs...

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Qu'ry this: a chivalrous charlatan, I,
          Dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
                    Aye, f'r thy legitimate...

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a man of letters he came
twenty yards of years ahead
& raised the old lion of envy
in many a soft & good heart
of some peers –

& a frozen pride was so near
nearer than the flat nose
on his calm & snake-oil face;

ah! yond unmoving pride 
alcohol-inspired as...

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*Image of The Collection Plate by TPW.

The Epiphany of Three Men of the Cloth

My submission is of an objective accounting that had scintillated at my workplace yond the mid-'70s. It had spun into a resplendent calling as a writer, triggered by my poem with a...

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AUDIO: Danse Macabre by Busy Strings.

Lint's Aura

Dignity gliding,
Resplendent in red was I,
Generous eyes felt,
Occurrences display me,
Stellar launched my existence.

Wardrobe visit hung,
Collection of new threads fills,
Close-knit paradigm,
Fussy fingers orbit me,
Small room phases a small box.

Reduced unstructured,
Yond pilfered vigor stills I,
Tattered wisps attend,
Cleavage currents my image,
Flew with...

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I would rather be a hammer than a nail. "Yes i would, if I could, out
in the open ocean," would I sail.
If I could, and if I should ! I will not take for granted the physical view of
seeing my mother working herself singlehandily and...

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We are the children of the Sun
We are the children of the light
We are a shadow yond the Sun
We are a shadow yond the light
The Sun sees us in the shadow
The light sees us in the shadow

The Shadow of Sunlight #1
Scripturally, "... there is no...

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Dactylic Pentameter




Wild wind with force to demolish our buildings and homes in town.
Wail on Comanche and scream your shrill anger down streets and paths.
Ye do destroy and kill running amok to knock structures down.
Twister, run show your destructive mark tossing glass plates and laths.
Gentle wind,...

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*Image of Vulnerability by The Conversation.

Coma

Endeavoring eyes opened
to the nothingness ere it.

Harkening labyrinths aches
to the silence yond.

Alone spoke I and
loneliness echoed
in faint whispers.

There remains
a trace of me
airing silently

the breath of
belonging.


Inspired: 2022 March 28
*7th Place*
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4
~~Mark Toney: Judged 2022 June 25
*1st Place*
A BRIAN...

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