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Best Poems Written by Cw Buxton

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Closed Blinds

The window of opportunity; once seemingly limitless 
Now appears to be gloomy and hopeless 
The aspirations and dreams disguised as the truth..
Are these just lies that reside in his own mind? 
No proof, no action..just an attempt to appease and distract him

The window of time; once an absolute eternity 
Is now running out in quite a hurry
Pursuing dreams is similar to that of running on a treadmill;
At the highest speed; there will not be enough endurance to actually achieve
Yet, if too slow; no chance for progression, no chance to grow
However; with a perfect balance of: talent, aggression, and humility..
Add a bit of: water, composure, and consistency
And, of course, a sprinkle of belief..and there is the recipe to succeed 

The window behind; once hardly noticeable..
Evidently someone or something opened the blinds
..perhaps it was just time
For the window behind; once hardly visible..
Now gives reason to be rejoiceful; for it seems to be the single window in which one is actually ahead of ones dreams

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Where Are You, Lord

crumpled scriptures, idolized whores, broken down doors, decayed floors;
it is doubtful Jesus planned on this when he bought Moses ten commandments from the local convenient store
no, I believe he wanted something more
but the Devil said, "To Hell with it, burn it to the core"
as he sent his evil regime to ruin the American dream..
now we’re left asking, “Where are you, Lord?”

meteors dropping towards us like pop-stars keeling over, no luck found; leprechauns must have grabbed all the four leaf clovers
chased the rainbow in a trance pace 'till there was no more rainbow to chase
and just like chasing the dragon I will somberly stumble while dragging on ‘till even the dragon itself is gone and in the end..
no improvement was made, just burning away in hot flames even with the earth’s surface for shade..


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Toothache

Woe is me, woe is me
This toothache will be the end of me

Why must my tooth treat me like this?
Did I treat her too poorly? 
I've done all I can to maintain this relationship;
Save for here and there when I was a kid

Woe is me, woe is me
This toothache will be the end of me

I thought we shared something magical
We love the same treats; we even have the same tastes
But maybe the chocolate fudge ice cream with chocolate syrup wasn't so practical 
She was always with me; even traveling with me to other states

Woe is me, woe is me
This toothache will be the end of me

I guess our companionship just wasn't meant to last 
We aren't as inseparable as I had thought 
Was it the lack of gifts, perhaps?
I never bought her anything but she never asked
This comes from the bottom of my lips: 'so long my dear, I'm afraid it's time to say goodbye..it's evident our friendship has a crack'

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'delusion In a Dark Alley'

In a dark alley; eating peaches, pears and plums
Awful friendly with hysteria
You should hear his jokes and his stereo
A self-induced recluse whom on a weary whim
Decided it was best he read the clues again

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'deaf Ears'

Pray
Wisdom;
Falters not
Upon deaf ears
Sincere emotion
Exhausted intention
A softly spoken message;
Yet, powerful for the spirit
Uplift the soul; cease stubborn faith
Pray my stubborn faith does not create deaf ears

(line 1, 1 syllable thru line 10, 10 syllables) what form is this?

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To Each Their Own, Wandering For That Bone

The man always on the wrong side of town
limbs tied hanging upside down; South bound
head in the sky
would look North but afraid what might be found
shakes the ropes loose, yet still tied up in his mind
a delirious man's noose, a businessman's suite, a bored man's news, a musician's flute
not a person is constrained to nothing
even a divorced, betting man is married to bluffing
couch potato is committed to thumbing
all is engaged to something
notice that the happy-go-lucky man is always humming
while he strolls about on the wrong side of town

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The 'Mind's' Haiku

Euphoric visions
Within the storm of conscience
Troubled delusions

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'emotions of the Head'

Thoughts 
Cannot be bought 
At times lost
Always worth the cost


Ideas 
Though fueled by fears
Breakthrough always near
Dripping mental tears


Dreams 
Unconscious voice screams
To help appease 
As you fall to your knees

Hopes
Keep the dreams close
A comforting host
While you meander for what is desired most

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'the Balcony'

The King stares out, beyond the white balcony
While he sits in his golden throne
Looking over all that he owns and controls; which in the King's power-driven mind includes
the stars and galaxy

The King peers out, over the white balcony;
Hoping the: rustic, simple, plain folk do not discover his fallacy

The King gazes out, beyond his white balcony;
His power to be never overthrown
..lest a tragedy occurs due to the towns-people catching word 
that their King is only to serve himself
And is not the ruler, that they deserve

No one to stare out, beyond the balcony;
For the King has been de-throned and literally thrown-over the balcony

With he and the power gone;
The village people march and parade on
With Hopes to find a man worthy enough to fill the empty, golden throne
And watch his kingdown flourish with focused, intent eyes

Behind the balcony which was once white
But consumed with greed and lies
Once white, the balcony will now be grey
That is, as soon as the paint dries

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'righting Write'

I write to ignite
A spark of insight 
With hopes it might help you fight
The dark of lonely nights

Despite the situation 
Keep close to the vision
There's bound to be collisions 
Feel comfort in my descriptions 

At times;
All I have are words and rhymes
To appease the mind
So, I mine my mind; to see what I can find

Thoughts are always flowing
Faults are always growing
Angels and Demons are always pulling
All on me to decide which is more controlling 

Not always fond of what I've written
No matter, it's always uplifting
Never as well as I envisioned 
However; can't put the pencil down..this is one habit I don't feel like quitting