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Best Poems Written by Peter Calvanese Jr.

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Slaughter In Summer

Sun murders the breeze
Choking pores until they cry
Holding us hostage.

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Plate Tectonics

I wait for the deluge
To see Arizona's Coast
Join hands, tread water.

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Eventual Monarchs

Mirror Images
Like a hued cacoon ablaze,
Foreshadowing life.

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Azazel's Pit

It is said that there are creator Gods
That create Gods
Who in turn created
Man

These blessings cheated the system of order
Seas of black turn blue in the mind
With one slight of hand
Emerges clay in the shape of man

Trees fork, slit and seeds become killing machines
Steadfast in plights of secrecy and honor
Bestowed on each from what or whom?
Something asexual, of no procreation but created

Fight amongst one another for a turn 
At this tug of war amongst giants
Buried in layers as sedimentary rock they wait
Lie dormant until the time is revered

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Oldest Profession

Idols and Trinkets
Prayed to by women of night
Crave skin sacrifice.

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Standing In Water

Algae on rock's face
Tells the story of landscape
And how it once was.

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Sleeping Giants

Wonder who lives here
and if they feel small when awake
and wish they could sleep.

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Nice To Meet You

He runs his hand down
The contours of your face-mask
To see what he can't.

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Van Winkle

Propped against the Oak
Taking in smells, scenery
Fighting sleep to stare.

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Extraction

Spit at you a tale of an instance
with all the fiber of being
a tale of the least resistance
no more of whom, be seeing.

Same trains coming, steam and Stop
pandering scenery to grasp bearings
Mercury rising, the thermometer popped
always bursts: when Upside-down standing.

Awaken to, this boundless room
Forced to hug myself.
day in, day out, same buffoon
as the picture on the shelf.

So catch a tiger, hold the line
look up with newfound eyes
wasnt at fault, just not ones time
to say whats on the mind....entirely.