Best Your Own Making Poems

POTD 29 Jan 2020

A balmy fragrance of cedar and lime lingers
A will o wisp floats by gathering dew
A mark on the page of another man’s...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
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Into the timeless wood he fled, running from the night
While demons of his past gave chase beneath the pale moonlight
The man dressed in soiled rags,...

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My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.

My angst at...

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I, Who Once Rose To Greet Dawn's Sweetest Voice

I, who once rose to greet dawn's sweetest voice
and with joys of life, made loving my choice
while...

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Within Elysium Fields, the souls of the dead find their peace but there are those souls who do not think they deserve such peace. Those...

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We have the left; we have the right.
In the political arena they both fight.

Always claiming to be on our side,
With ferocious rhetoric, opponents they deride.

Vote...

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In chains, did he complain —
this man of sorrows?
He wore his stripes well.
Freedom for all! Freedom for all!

Follow the cross, the bleeding tree.
This holy man,...

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O dear Lord, let my thoughts fly upwards, 
For we have sinned abominably against you,
And never bothered to think of You.
We raised false idols of...

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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly...

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Spring tide
pounding against
a rocky relationship

between the
new moon and
earth’s pie in the sky.

On an island
of one’s own making
in the mind —

like a whirlpool
when imagination
slips away

on a...

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We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the...

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stick together      people
the elites 
are gleaning power
from the seeds of misery garden

they're dividers of the masses
nothing more-nothing less

they smother smiles...

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Fun time and flight

A clock from Salvador Dali warped and draped in place
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The unpopular 
express 
their popular strings
to the garrison, contained
within 
safe boundaries, there,
their thoughts 
pirouetting words 
hung, 
the black beetles 
shine 
like exotic 
fresh water 
pearls...

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