Long Ten words Poems

There is a song entitled, His Eye is on The Sparrow. There are ten words
that speak to me relative to the theme of this poem. Those ten words are;
'I sing because I'm happy; I sing...

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Seems like yesterday we peered through constellations,
like lost doves in flight yearning for their ivory salvation.
Wearing wings that beamed in specks of flaring stardust,
leaving blazing memories full of crimson temptation. 
Forgotten and abandoned like unalterable...

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 We had a sempiternal sort of love. We endured nightmares of broken glass and hours of pure bliss. It seemed strange how he loved me the way that he did. See, I was always...

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Supine, his fathomless eyes fixed 
     on clusters of grey clouds suspended above him.
       He's busy licking festering wounds of regret.
    ...

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Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis  for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far from a combination of vomit and slurring speech ,
 from...

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Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in...

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The glamour of her skin faded
 like late-afternoon sunbeams 
that settled  on rose petals 'dust

But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That light was still  glowing bright
Like a  freshly washed...

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God is my Creator* and blessings’ source
With all His grace of great force
Always providing for me in my daily course
Surely meeting my needs from His harvest of provision-doors!

God is my Lord and breath’s starter
With all...

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I carry bittersweet memories of her-
I held such an ambivalent idea of who she truly was.
She was an angel by day yet arcane 
darkness consumed her at night.
My tactile touches were measurable 
and my instincts...

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I

Yesterday,
          I can never get back-
and I have to find the strength when days are black.
   When a dark shadow comes I pray,
going inner...

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emerald green were her frantic eyes; short dark chestnut hair, soft as silk-
the beautiful in her knew not her beauty, which is why she was
so perfect for me

love sewn on my heartstrings with thread so...

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There was a "thread" of evil in the atmosphere as stick as a wall and hard as steel.* This stream of evil resulted from the defiance and fall of lucerfer himself. The location, without fowls...

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At times, the path that we are taking dwindles to not even a thread of trail,
but we keep trudging forward as if by instinct.
Although the old path has been overtaken by myriad weeds
and a fathomless...

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“. . .The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved . . .”
( from "Apparently With No Surprise" by Emily Dickinson)

A blond assassin was he, but not quite the same as the one
personified by the...

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Julia is a beautiful & an industrious sister,
Whose candles are illuminating her numbers today,
As she opens Page #JP!
Fortune fore-tales Julia’s age, as the consistent sun! & forever will be.
I and Julia, we are identical,
And we...

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sometimes all you need 
is simple words for simple truths
you have no need to rhyme 
or paint a masterpiece
you can say ...
 
i love the world
 
i see the light
 
her beautiful eyes
 
her thick shimmering hair; or even
 
skin...

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Death is unavoidable,
We all know it’s coming.
But...it still hurts when you know,
One you love isn’t coming back.

The harvest always comes,
And whisks away those it chooses.
Without mercy it kills,
And crimson blood covers the ground.

But did it...

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Dear Wind stood breathless on the reach,
          To wait the daylight's spark,
              ...

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"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower."     Hans Christian Andersen               ...

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>Kat is asleep
Dreaming .
Twitching.
Asleep.
Twitching.
Dreaming 
Asleep is Kat.

The original poem which has been edited for competition was one of my first when I started writing to clear my mind of cancer. It is on page 47...

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Memories of Love – Ten Words

Love like a twirling tempest, 
whirled us to an uncharted shore 
of unbridled, sublime, sensuality,
gifting me with moonlit memories 
that would never be forgotten.

How I savored those kisses from your...

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Night of Dread

“Halloween” night – “descending” “gloom” –
  Lost in a forest of “living” “silhouettes”
Tangled branches obscure the skies
In veils of opaque ebony blackness
As phantoms of thick “dread”
Rise
From “open” crypts of “darkness”
Where “walking” echoes...

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"Dance with me within the wind, then just let me love you" - Orania Hamilton.

Your flushing face in the wind,
ebon hair defiant, flutters unbridled.
Some swirl squally, thread the gale,
the forehead lattice captures my yearning,
lest like...

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South of Heaven


In shadow of the crimson moon admits the devil’s hordes
Eternal death descends decreed by the oblivious overlords
The forgotten of the ignescent inferno raise their swords
Dexterous demons devour and yell as they march towards

Enter...

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The Tempest


That misty shadow on the shore, 
     with crimson sunset gone from view, 
        foretells a tempest is in store;
   ...

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