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Below are the all-time best Hannah Borke poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Preposition Poem At the Junkyard

On one sultry August day
In a clearing in the woods
Within a long delay
for salvaged auto goods
Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun
High above one ant, homebound, on the run...
   Along a miniature trail
   of rugged hill and dale
   Between pebbles; past sprigs
   Over shard; alongside twigs
   For seconds brief, beneath a leaf
   Around a rock, willy nilly
   Root outcrop, dilly dally;
   Up, the maple, fast
   With head-on haul, in grasp
   In and out of bark
   Inside crevice, dark
   Astride the edge, at last
   Across a lichen patch
   Behind broad leaves of dark green hue
To my chagrin, beyond my view;
Out from under the shade
Into the open glade
Within the reflective collage
of glinting metals and shards
Beneath the tranquil sky — recharged!

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Predator Metaphor

At a spot sufficiently shaded
A predator on the prowl
Lied there low and waited
for prey to run afoul…

Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.

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Gratitude For Recent Food

In fourteen ninety two
When Atlantic was traversed
Europeans discovered food
On the other side of Earth:

Incredible avocados,
Amaizing yellow corn,
And tasty sweet potatoes
Were fabulous rewards.

Peppers sure delighted
And spurred a global march
With potatoes that provided
humanity with starch.

Pineapples are gorgeous;
Green-bean pods, prolific; 
Tomatoes make great sauces;
And squashes grow terrific.

Luxurious vanilla,
Red strawberry gems,
Plus chocolate, all-time thriller —
From America, do stem.

And peanuts in a pod
And cashews, and the pecan… —
   Let us all thank G-d
   For the foods from the new land!

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Simile Whim

Once upon a whim,
Observing how the limb
of a tractor, under-tucks
the feed it raises up,
It seemed as though it goes
Akin to an elephant’s nose.

When later the machine
Departed from the scene
With scary points hung in
beneath the folded limb,
Its appearance was akin
to a giant scorpion.

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Tire Attire Preposition Poem

Ode to my crocs -- BALD from high wear,
In serious need of good-riddance
During my TREAD on a wet floor with care 
In the throws of a SKID and imBALANCE
By the absence of any TRACTION
Between the floor and the sole of my croc
In need of replacement action
for my crocs on the croc-chopping block
Up from the floor no worse for the wear
Through all the sales in the fliers
At the store with the Croc footwear
Back home with the new set of TIRES

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Polar Bear

The polar bear eats
Essentially meat
Including Man
If it can;
Now that you know
Do not go
Ever near
A polar bear.

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The Maker of Roses and Violets

The Maker of violets and roses 
Gave a land to the tribes led by Moses
In antiquity
For eternity
And all of humanity knows it.

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Heirloom

If for poems, you have a knack
Punch them out, and don’t cut slack
For fame is just one measure
That marks a poem a treasure
So keep on gifting poems uplifting
Well deserving of preserving
Each one placed inside some album
For descendants as an heirloom.

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At Last No Blast

I stepped outdoors to moist air, brisk
As fallen leaves in circles whisked
Accompanied by swishing trees
Which symphony could only please
And, aah, no blast of humid heat
Engulfed me in my driver’s seat
I lower the window, mist blows in
Soothes my asthma, fans my skin;
Now the drizzle just began
Nice and cozy in my van
Driving up the street, serene
Taking in the autumn scene

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8-Word Challenge

1.Crystal 2.Gloaming 3.Frosted 4. Forevermore 5. Pathos 6. Valiant 7. Melancholy  8. Unpredictable


Word Challenge of Eight: 
Reading poems of late
I found myself homing
In on the word "GLOAMING"
To the point that I felt accosted
By the poems that it FROSTED;
For me, now, "gloaming" is FOREVERMORE cliche;
While "PATHOS" tossed me for a loop with its long 'a'--
The pronunciation of that syllable
Was, to me, UNPREDICTABLE

By now, it should be CRYSTAL clear
This entry's not VALIANT or sincere;
There -- I've admitted my folly,
Feeling contrary to MELANCHOLY

For contest by John Hamilton