Best Vents Poems

(Inveniam viam)

Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails 
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales 
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails 

Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams...

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To my beloved, when the language 
of romance fades into rivulets  
rippling with reddish rage…  
Before your petal like nature
withers in the subsequent storm,
remember….

In my loneliness, I gather  
thorns and thistles,  
immune to their twinges.  
I've become too reluctant to...

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Voice

Through a vast jumbled valley of cacophony's roar
One voice 
 In tones of soprano, alto, tenor and bass
Speaks a universal epiphany
In a rumbling
 Resonate
  Reverberation symphony,
   Neither also or bass,
A quest for agreement of the heart's dialect
 Through a maze of unspoken...

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"Although I'm familiar with the art of poetry,
no one has inspired my muse
to inscribe my own journal. -
so I placed my soul in her hands."  Silent One

I used to be a journal,
daily dips of ink dripped
deep into my dilapidated soul.
Supporting sorrows of the one 
who...

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I know you are sensitive,
not sentimental,
but it has been four years,
that's one thousand 
four hundred and sixty one days,
since enlightened tides kissed 
those island shores.

My soul was wrapped in worn ribbons,
mourning my misplaced muse
and you were a whispering rose,
wilting at the slightest touch.

Bleeding 3am vents,
with...

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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)

Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until...

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Well, now that I am registered officially,
into the ranks of those who search and dig,
for gold, and paper that's done and serialized,
or plastic that buys the pleasures on high,
I might as well sit down and think hard,
about all that I will buy with gold and...

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Some things I think are overhead
Are also underneath my bed
And this is true of you, as well.
So mark my words now, as I tell:
Beneath the clothing bins we store,
Under the stairs and basement floor,
Beneath the tracks of snails and slugs,
The homes of chipmunks, moles, and...

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Diana, Nature’s Guardian 

Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian 
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.

I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild animals.
Protector of the natural world both domestic and wild,
Camels, beetles,...

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Christmas is over; everyone's looking forward to a new year,
except for an unfortunate few who have no family.
For them, there are no bells of celebration;
to ring in the New Year.
They sleep in dirty blankets atop steam vents to keep warm.
I can't even imagine being them;...

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2017 a New Memorial Day

My dear country is in disarray,

But its protectors protect it anyway,

Memorial Day finds them far afield,

Unable to laugh, unable to yield.

Lonely, disillusioned over news at home,

Cowardly violence, loud mouthing, moans,

Still they are stronger than these short term vents,

They sleep in sand,...

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The little children gathered and delighted in the sight
The sparkling of the river, like tumbling jewels dancing bright
The mermaids in the waterfall did sing ‘Come children one and all’
The children laughed and danced, for the sirens song they did fall.

To the hearts of the little...

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Eruption of ash,
Earth bleeds as the mountain vents:
A river of flames....

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Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you seen the people
Who provide their service for you.

Flying for them is a profession
One of assistance, service, and care.
I often times have mumbled
At some of the things they hear.

Have you ever been a-flyin'
In...

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holókauston

Around that table picture the scene 
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean 
What were the topics on the agenda that day 
The Jewish race is about to pay 

Who gave the right for this decision that's made 
Who has the right to...

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