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Best Poems Written by Beverly Briatico

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Insomnia

I close my eyes
Orbits sunk deep within 
Scowering the cesspool of dream fragments. 

I lay cool against the flat sheet
Waiting patiently for deep sleep to cast all 
dream fragments from memory.

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Trickle Down Affect

Mother
You have hovered way to long
soured breath down my back  
I forgave but
never was forgiven
for the late nights with Dad 
sitting by his chair in the parlor, 
you in your bedroom 
eyes wide shut 
Counting the seconds, the minutes 
your iron fist at hand 
a child's lesson
the sting, the bruise 
left to heal alone in my room
crying.

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I Havn'T a Clue

I just read the most beautifully written, 
articulate poem today and envied
Why cant I write a poem like that! 
As I travel through mind sheds 
Blown out by too much drink.

I can neither contend nor describe
These descents into darkness.

The waking hours when all else sleeps
Unravel half truthes sea deep.

Do you know how many sheep I have counted
Not to be reminded  of these frailties 
That walk this nightly beat.

I catch glimpses of grandness
Most fleeting at best.

This need to govern a life less traveled, solitude filled 
Quiets the psych of a poet, desperately stilled.

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The Anteroom

How small I have become
to linger too long in territory 
I can not withstand 

Tiny whispers spread 
like an eagle's fan 
across mounting skies that ignite  
beckon calls to retreat
to more familiar land

I've crossed these roads 
All too familiar now 
but willfully still
To step aside and allow 
you to take the upper hand.

The starlight lays its golden egg
tucked deep in distant clouds 
to stake a pilgrim's claim  

The raven black rescinds 
To higher ground still
to amend the passing of two worlds
dusk versus dawn 
Which will prevail

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The Thaw

tiny drops of water cut through
 folds of refuse
 laying dormant in the 
crest of spring 
where fissures of melting ice
retreat.

I lay sprawled against the top sheet 
Eyes fixed on the tempered glass 
before me 
drawing circles with the 
heat from my breath.

The yellow light, daunting, 
and new, creeps slowly 
aware of the struggle ahead
 
Winter's refuse marks its ground
at times, forcing the sun back
tucked high in grey skies.

The yellow light  rebounds 
stronger this time
awaiting winter's demise.

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Anonymity Becomes You

Cruel intentions
circle the ruby red
of your lips
hips that sway back 
and forth in a lusty pose
touching, touching
but never really feeling.

Dim rooms, yellow lit
of seedy talk and
tobacco riddled nights 
give pretense that your loved 
while thwarted dreams
lay at your feet
grinding to thin ash 

The dark disclosure of your deeds
rip through the heart
and cut to the core
but  are never left unnoticed.

The silence that you swear
 to keep this thing alive 
 reflect in you what I despise

You will go on pretending 
to ease your slow decline
just one more time, baby
just one more time.

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My Second Year

The recess bell screeches loudly
Students cramped in quarters
dismiss the high pitch

Ding dong repeatedly it fires
No one surrenders

You and I dazzled 
Speak with eyes only
Seldom twitching, gazing still 
Time trickles down in sinewy
streams of desire 
we are fixed , motionless

This ten minute break bleeds
through the souls of our feet 
breaking our silence

We retreat to separate rooms
 troubling distance between us. 


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Warlord of the 21st Century

Small visions
Staggering insolence
muted souls pinned by vertebral thrusts 
lay in feathered wasteland

Spinning tongues imperial  platitudes 
Right of passage  misguided 
impenetrable to the bone
 
The shake-up 
Sharks teethe to flesh
an agent of defilable means
It scathes the soul 
of the inveterate, the young
and feasts upon its own.

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Holiday Debt

The bittersweet 
                      prelude
                                 that  marks
                                               the end.
Of crimson bowls laden deep with morning glory
and  sweet tinged scents  
Sit high upon the hearth. 
The kindred smiles  welcome a new year coming
cast broken spirits into night's dark
What lurks aside this fleeting moment of laughter and content 
when energies abound and dreams unending toss caution to the wind
The aftermath of thriftless spending hits hard beneath the skin
 to mourn in silent keeping and believing in better days that lie ahead.

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The Songbird Sings

Twice the shadows descend 
upon the ring of water, stagnant

Twice the high winds hurl heavy rain 
awaits the Songbird's song 

Breaking like fine crystal the songbird descends 
upon the brown earth

The descent creates a stir, greater  
Down, down the songbird 
coils and  retracts

Resistant to the downward push, 
the songbird sings
taking in the glory
of its forgotten pleasure.