Krakatoa Kritic 007 Poems

Bri E. may be so smart, but his meter's opaque
with a density quotient, the Gods might forsake.
Tongue in cheek, web's undone, but with spasms of fun,
and he rhymes, so he wins! Hope no evil Bri twins'
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May my blessings all reach you if Spirit has home,
has an address (like I do, location) . Let gift
of this poem be present that pleasures your soul.
Know I certainly cherished your kinship, felt rhyme,
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It's a struggle for some, life alone in one skin,
(that confuses the best!) What's it mean then to win
if a victory's rote, like a verse memorized
with an audience pared down (to one authorized) ?
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A friendship's here for you (that's free) , so pass it on (no pass-backs) ,
where walls can fall (constricting heart) . So pass it on (no pass-backs) .
My arms? (The warmth of poetry! So pass it on (no pass-backs) ,
that would not mock, support your art!) So pass it on (no pass-backs) .
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I find that friendship is a gift I want to give at times to strang-
ers though clear logic's trace is missing (should the cat get out of bag!)
and it's found motive's ghost's a glimmer that's more tightly bound to muse
(this life's what-ifs bent on a rampage where stampede of clouds crowd sky) .
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I'd be your friend though you aren't mine,
don't ever send me Valentine.
My poems shine with love that's true
if they don't share your point of view.
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Good titles make ‘life' verse for me
(romantic, cliff notes, fantasy) ,
though they do dictate trails I take,
my vision's mine (that's no mistake!) .
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1. bluebird's ear's to ground -
pink collared worm (casts below)
now won't grace black hook
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Some poems' births explode (full bore) , life ends when written down,
their flow makes toothpicks of my pen, brain chokes on truth laid bare,
a flash that flares, a splash of cognac in cook's pan (taste's light!)
While others grow more leisurely, gestation delicate,
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'Dead to rights' says I love you, no 'deed' makes you mine!
Love's a gift born each second, there's no valentine,
no shared thought (need that's met) . There's no poem to write
or a dream one must hide. Love's a high-flying kite
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