Best Impelling Poems

There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . . 
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the valley floor.
He surges on through deep of night
and rolls along the shore.

And through the forest - 
pressing on -
he wraps...

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There are three little words on tiny stones strewn along the floor
of a never-ending stream which runs through a misty moor.
A marvelous moor of uncertainty where mysteriously all are led
to cross a flowing water all humanity must tread.

Those three little words like pebbles thrown by...

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I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.

I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid youths,
Like when dusky stars waltz out dreamy, winking to show...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick pointing north to direct me to the closest destination when...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps –
(struck like clicking castanets
      ...

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Mothers Day always trips sadness
in me since her death years ago;
impelling a circuitous
journey of memories that flow
within a stream of consciousness
always the same, unabated.
It’s ***** how an act of congress
can regress a mind effected
in such a way as to cause tears.
I guess stranger things have...

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The sun's a majestic and radiant power 
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss. 
It revives each day with a new beginning, 
But in evening, succumbs to twilight's dim bliss... 
   To be bright and radiant as the rising sun, 
...

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Which is it: you can't get started unless
you're riding some current bigger than your reporting voice
or the best time to write is when you don't have much to say
and without plenty to say about everything you'll get better right away.

Form is very often a betrayal...

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Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones been through
But this is part of whats been true
What is there to do
I am a soldier at war with the...

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The sun's a majestic and radiant power
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss.
It revives each day with a new beginning,
But in evening, succumbs to twilight's dim bliss...
   To be bright and radiant as the rising sun,
   Yet glow soft...

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My dreams were of the dire Queen
I had allowed her reign over me, callousing my heart,
She was inside me, laughing
Having crawled in
My walls closing, as she filled my soul
We were one, yes for a time, one
Till the dozy drowse of new awakening, 
Chastised me softly...

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Beautiful memories will always remain florid every night and morn,
Like a cooling shower that caress the wall of fruitful emotion,
Whose drop is an antidote and a vane of stupefaction 
That warms the pad of feelings to a greater intensity

Their love stand upon the mount Zion...

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Within this realm I can converse
Palaver, prattle or parley
So many words from which to choose
A choice to winnow, will and weigh

With words I can tell a story
Anecdote, fable or novel
Or just convey some useless facts
Unmistakable, data,  gospel

They can tell you what I’m feeling
Sensations, semblance,...

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As summer withered to its end
I thought of Maggie as a friend
But when pale dew weighed down the grass
Young Maggie bloomed from spritely lass:
She burst to woman, overnight,
Bright smile, all curves, a pleasant sight—

We blushed and gazed through early fall,
Still young enough for touch football;
We...

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Don't Know
It's a long pain,flowing through my veins.
Cursing the pain ,sleeping in frosty rain. 
Creeping with suffering,lying in hell.
Hangover of bearing,thuds heart without gain.
Leans over nails,crucifix the soul.
Thunders cross eyes,fills it with sacrifice.
Regretting the move,empty feel goes in vain.
Crumble down with emotion',and words get fumble.
Leaving...

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