Best 37 Poems

Dew wet spider web 

        Sparkling pearls on fine parade 

        Life's boasting beauty 






  23.10.2014
  Anne-Lise Andresen :)
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tiger prowls
on the desert sand
buzzards gather

2/9/14...

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Cockney flower girl
snobbish phonetics tutor
opposites attract...

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wide and warm, where I lay
sleeping beneath
blue blanket nebula...

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Surprise and pleasure
	your secret garden
	Red tulips...

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Out past fading smoke

the smell of saddle-leather

lone horse by campfire



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by the campfire

cowboys share haunted tales

leaves rustle in moon's shadow

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the tapping of boots

on creaking woodfloor

line-dancing


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coffee beans'scent

 from the musty log cabin

Cowboys 'return




My first attempt re cowboys haiku...

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I am older now, my
body creaks, but it
remembers.
As if it happened
yesterday,
Walking through Camp
37, east of Dresden
Germany
Dark, sorrowful
overcast skies
Hang like a wash of
black ink

Rusted razor wire,
empty guard towers.
Sentinels to times
past, a reminder
Snow crunches like
ginger crackers
under my feet.
Forty cabins, dark
weathered wood
Allied containers

Sweet pine scents
the cold air
My old...

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Lone surfer rides waves
Steers through a rainbow sunrise
Crashed  - forgot sun shades.

Azure blue dazzling
Divided waters surging
A whale of a day....

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I heard two distinct voices in the night,
Conversing amongst themselves most eagerly
They whispered like children in excitement
Their sardonic mouths sung many savvy tunes
It was Death I could perceive, defending me,
And he, a strange, distant friend
Seemed lost there, 
In suspense and confidence  

“It is endearing,...

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Johnny Thunders… Room 37. 

John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze, 
Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose. 
Born in fifty two he loved the game of baseball, 
But would never cut his hair that was his...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 37 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


You will find my beloved, dear letter,
Faded like the clouds full of water,
Like after the night enjoyment dear,
The woman appears in the morning.

You...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36

All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill...

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count creation's stars
subtract Spring sky's accounting
still infinity

Brian Johnston
April 10, 2016

After a converstaion with Sunday Igwebulke on FaceBook...

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37.
Play the everyday tune
And laugh at the need to swoon,
Over habits and needs
And all the worry it feeds.

Record the everyday woe
And question where should I go,
To the easy comfortable place
Or to the mysterious hard to trace.

Sing the everyday song
And seize the moment, make it long,
Amongst...

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Each day that I get up and greet the new dawn
Posing at the mirror,first..to see what changes have been going on
My eyes cannot look at what lies before me
55'waist on a 5ft 7 frame
These hands reach into the old treasure chest in the closet
I open...

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