Best Ebooks Poems

“Strange Creatures and The Forest of Egregore” 

Where do we go -

when our rosebuds
stop still in the cold,
unwanted, 
along the unopened road?

we walk into the 
forest alone, 
there we meet 
strange creatures -

some say 
they have the heart
of poets, philosophers
artists, musicians 

angels and demons

come and...

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This is a story about a Butterfly

She escaped the Boilermaker
Through transformation. 
To transform required a period of incubation, 
a need to sleep to dream and 
the freedom of quiet self-contemplation - 
of course, such a transformation
required immense courage and determination 
to believe she could fly...

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Phantom of the Opera

   I stand and watch  from my box five
And listen to the most beautiful Nightingale
I could stay awake till  wee hours of dawn gale
Listening to her melodic voice 
Transcendent a soul through a lovely vale
A ring upon her...

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Art is an inspiration...
                                      berthed alive

Poetry is an...

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"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarmed at how 
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins

we think, 
now that in itself,
a dangerous thing, 

what course 
of journey, this? 
looking upwards...

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"The Thrilling In-Between"



Touched
Soft cerebral
warm breath 
paints dusky the warm place
whispers across satin skin 
laces come undone
on the lost floor fallen
her skin runs like a river
under the velvet of 
his beckoning windows
she’s a mystery
as he tastes her  
boundaries 
between the 
districts of 
stay or go
Sliding...

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I married in 1962 the biggest mistake of my entire life the marriage ended in 1973 I was now free to be me and never married again. But I have had my share of girlfriends and love affairs throughout the years but liked my bachelorhood...

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"The Broken Valkyrie"



when 
the artificial 
sun 
replaced 
true Light,
revolution 
was a forgotten 
Valkyrie, 
Liberty 
had been 
put to bed
broken whore 
of Babylon
no longer holding
the torch for anyone;

women and men 
grew to love 
their servitude,
complacency 
skewered their fever,
it, like a contagion spread
a worldly blanket over all,
viral...

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Words are slowly entered into computer word processors
Words are slowly photocopied into ebooks as are magazines, newspapers
Disappearing into text messages, faxes, emails _
Soon every one will have to use an electronic device to reach words...

What if?___Satellites start to fall from the sky...
What if?___The satellites images...

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AGE comes upon. us gradually,realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Hearing no longer
acute,coments and questions will need a
repeat for our world is no longer distinct.
One day we need assistance with what
others voice and say.Deficient,an aid. to
complement the grey.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all...

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Pause for a moment for soft
breathed hopes,an interlude 
of words in embryo,a covering
now revealed ,an insight into
the rhythm of life.
This insight ,this impression echos 
of imagination,perhaps a literary
treasure,contemporary,accented
in verse,sounds with silences
voiced aloud.I leave now in your ear.

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DEMI sonnet a TIEN love sequence

Dear one where have you been,I missed you so

Come here, what can I say to make you stay

Why would you go when love is so near

Pray leave the past , your love can fill this void

Come let us dance in...

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SPACED PROSE a phrasis
Time images, bold mosaics of
haphazard experiences.Tangled
senses expressed aloud in
intense series of sound.The
scales of time in elastic pulses,
spontaneous degrees of stress,
of thought and feeling, irregular
and unrhymed prose,of swing
and vim breathed phenomenas.

hear me recite myPS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro and

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CRATER a vvv
       fragile     and
      volatile     lie
suppressed     emotions
       denied     'neath
  ...

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The undulating line,inside to out
moving with style through a glass
colourfully.A tour de force nostalgia
to observations.Transient times..
nouveau to abstract,ephemeral
etchings to sketches from line
to imagination breaking the mould.

hear me recite my PS anthology (with some artwork) on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..

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