Long Meekest Poems

Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would now be left displeased,
by hurried tempers bent on winning wars,
neglectful...

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Catharthis...
neglect of the art and it's form is such a beautiful start
let go of the pain
let go of all emotion
the hatred is spread thin
Touched and such beautiful notions
I know you are striving
to be with you're...

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{“The day I loved you was my homicide. 
The day I loved you I was petrified, the day I loved you I was humiliated of myself that I was indeed capable of it, the day...

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While wandering thru the forest pines
                             ...

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As a child, I was taught that God created everything
But when I went to school,
the theory of evolution was the accepted doctrine

That kinda teaching didn't sit well with my parents,
they gathered the kids around, read...

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I know you are a champion
You have conquered fields and won crowns
You have been carried up by crowds
Walked on deserts,
Touched your tongue on burning coal
And eaten hot pepper, bare
Been happy and you’ve frowned
Been lost and...

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The Complaints Of Ducks
the city
filled in
the small
pond
in the middle
of my tiny
poem.

all the ducks
came to
my door
and complained 
i am
simple
i agree
in the meekest
of language.

that they 
have been
unhomed.

it is 
my duty
they tell 
me as a poet
to open
the ...

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There was a glorious star, shining,
Bright in the heavens, piercing.
It lit up the night sky, like lightning,
Showing upon a village sight, conceiving.

All was calm, even the bustle from that great day,
For travelers who sought out...

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the will of the pen knows no bounds 
but limited to the will of the writers hand
like the tone of a melody without sound
waiting for the cue from the band 

the face of a painting...

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The Madonna looked less
than amused as she swayed
in time to the steps 
of the six men who carried her
aloft down Hart Street
towards the river
and the waiting fleet.
This was no solemn affair
but a spectacle played out
to...

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When all the great songs
have already been sung
and every last bell 
has finally rung

I pray it is then
when our hope from above
shall descend to the Earth
like the gentlest dove

When every last page
has been written in...

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Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown
Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown;
Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays,
And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays. 

He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound,
The...

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Forever Lost Within Her Evil Dreams

Life raced on merrily away, as it should:
Heartache, grief and rejected love ran
Forever striking all the dreamers it could,
shaken and shocked lay the sad heart of man.

This world, rages and...

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Does your brain ask why
See if you think about it
Last night I smiled cause I could hear her snore
So what happened between then and well now
Are you in pain
Nope
We’re you stressing last night
That’s me asking...

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Let me try to go by pioneering heroes' spirit 
That motored their antique tides of phrase, 
And treat rapt souls to a mild sublime ode, 
Forged to rhyme with old sonneteers' pace. 

Now where does...

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My poems have blissfully escorted me
through the gamut of seasons,
having afforded me not the sensations
of their individual touch.

I stand worlds away from the blustering 
wind that shudders the meekest of boughs.
My hopes quaver along with...

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What wild glee behind your tame grin lurks?
What shy sun fears to breach your heart’s horizon?
And to against your hidden teeth of 
Alabaster gleam. Bestowing upon the earth the breadth of 
Your delight. With rays...

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Black plastic jellyfish float on the breeze,
detritus of homeless, drunk as you please.
Reminders of illness, and other things lost,
price of a forty the true smallest cost.
Gathered at feedings, the city’s unknown,
backpacks aloft, they migrate and...

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Marx and Spencer

Were I to tell you what I think of Spencer
(the middle-manager, without the “man”,
and vilest cockroach since the world began),
my poem would incense the meekest censor.

But when our hands in insurrection join,
we arm...

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Anne's Gift

. for public domain

The stars that Anne sees in the sky tonight,
after she says her prayers and Amen,
shall be graced with the Hope of her unseen light,
and blessed because she gazed happy on them.

And...

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