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Below are the all-time best Bo Williams poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Bravo

1
Bravo for their workless piece,
Men with fastened coats can burnish
Poets of the early earth;
whisper lyrics on their breath,
And the child that has had no birth,
smells odour from his working nose

2
Roam the worlds; the worlds of my mind,
On earth's cold ground, I am as blind as he,
The birds sang songs when children were children,
Four candid souls,
for a candid solution
The boundaries of a single circle;
life or death
stings its mark upon her breast

3
Life has evaded; and I'm alone like the other,
But not like a tree; I have no wish to wish upon death
Though it will surely come;
The birds will fly when dark clouds fall,
And to heaven they shall take me,
Overlapping, like the berries on a branch,
The cygnet floats, like big black boats
And men with fastened coats,
Whose poems should they keep away?
Poems for the poor - behind many in the lunch line.

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A Little Boy Once Dreamt

A little boy once dreamt:
houses made of chocolate,
and the skies low enough to reach.
The chocolate hard, once melted in its liquid,
ready for our dry lips to taste.
The skies low, to see what's beyond us,
mars covered in candy, a beautiful atmosphere, everlasting.

And the little boy also dreamt,
life without pain,
and the world to love and like -
no beings muddleheaded,
no dying without reason,
no opprobrious souls...
a life for each and every one of us to live peacefully,
hand in hand.

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Divine Our Love, Our Loves Divine

Let each a breath
Command them well
For the sun that doesn’t shine
When the doctor falls to his dear death
And the birds that fly with time
In their feathers there's a love
In the heart of a dove,
That dove resigns
And a mother declines,
Her child’s breast
And the earth that's dressed
Brings that baby to its rest
Divine our love, our love divine

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Natures Death

Alter the tree;
     the naked moon and the sky that holds her secret.
My amity gone – 
son of the morning, knight of the lonesome night,
Red like the slaughter of the mountains.
Animate her shallow mind; 
                        mind’s eye sees a thousand deaths
And dark like the midnight sky, 
  audible voice; do go, 
a slow --
Into the still of the morning tree; 
who waves like a treasury
Hold memory; and she shall rest in May
that itches at the learnable mind –
And the time it takes, the caitiff giant; 
                              who doesn’t strike the criminal down for his crime
And he who sleeps, a sleep with ease,
Courageous be, 
         like the mysteries of societies and the land that seizes romance.
Bright! into the light, 
                 I cannot jump!
 I cannot whisper to the winds; 
lay on the cool grass that brushed against my ankles as a child
I cannot live nor can I cry
             like the wondrous heights in creations avenue
 skies that are dark; 
                       cut from the world, alone and alone
Like the cars on life’s deserted road.
Ghastly beast, it’s made me,
Others fall, and mothers ball   
Ghastly monster!  
who hears our babies cry for their mothers 
Cry, Cry.. 
  For their short-lived lives;  
 for
The shore, I can see, but the shores not for me,
I’m dead like the still of the morning.

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Whose Sleepless Nights Do Whisper Me?

Play against her thoughts, she does.
An eye-for-an-eye...
Deep... she yearns for love again
Like an ocean calling for its ship
the stones that are earth's dead children
Who's sleepless nights do whisper me?

Inside, I see...
Her face, haunted by past, she's known.
And like cars, we are.
The beauty of words are like the beauty of an engine.
The coldness of her heart is not a devil in thee
A woman who yearns for a lover
No ships do float on this ladies ocean
and a death found suicide,
Note, laying on the floor
says: "Whose sleepless nights do whisper me?"
I have sleepless nights no more

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Man and Woman

Lady; do not ask of me -
the dirge that shakes the earth at noon
who falls too soon, who eats with a spoon
like the dog that dies, O' peace, it rests
her ladies lady, ladies gent
in the vacious time, O' both had spent

Give peace, they may
a love to feel
two mavericks from a far beyond!
strong as a lion; sweet as a melody
and the boundaries of forgiving
far from the end of thee
in the sky and in the blue of sea
a gent to she, oh he shall be
the sun; the moon and all that is above;
solicit love and bliss like roses
closes in, and all that they have known
gone with the wind,
and in heaven they are home.