Best 58 Poems

Filled with fresh flowers
An understated beauty
Well-designed garden

Captures attention
Magic really takes place
It relieves my stress

Summer garden fair
Creative spirit revive
Beautiful touch






A-L Andresen 08.06.2015 :)
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Haiku 58
	
	
	#5 downtown train
	tattoo on his forearm:
	We all We got
	
	
	the truth:
	we are all we got 
	rock, solid...

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 between shapeless clouds

the  first peek of sunbeams

on rippled waters



5/6/5-modern haiku

Inspired by many beautiful Cloud haiku and senryu for
pd's contest.Not for the contest but thanks for the inspiration : )...

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You are
my six minute
slow dance 
in the rain....

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snow
on the front lawn
small footprints...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The...

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Lift up your voice and shout it out,
Declare my people’s sin.
Tell Israel her doom is near;
Soon judgment shall begin.

You think that I will see your works,
I see the heart instead.
In arrogant self-righteousness
Its offerings are dead.

But this is what I choose for you:
To comfort those distressed,
To...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 58

No way must such protective force serve politics
Nor ally dictator army criminal police
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics

No exceptions tolerate no geopolitics
No super power excuse to fiddle with peace
No way must such protective force serve...

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Triolet
ABaAabAB


It's raining, what a dreary day
My honey do list is on hold
trapped inside and I cannot play
It's raining, what a dreary day
Fog prevails, the sky has turned gray
Goose bumps have formed, my house is cold
It's raining, what a dreary day
My honey do list is on...

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well worth waiting for
cicadas do splits on screen
morning buzz for child

Brian Johnston
June 16, 2016

Poet's notes: 
When I was a child my sister and I used to catch cicadas and put them on the inside
window screens of our house and then watch them molt their skins....

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The stings, that disappointment brings, are deep,
When one’s believed in Love, and seen Love fail.
So often, on-track lives go off the rail,
And so, the Soul returns to caverns, deep,
And there, She waits, and gives up near all hope,
And huddles ‘between the rock, and the hard...

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By way of Amtrak we journeyed slowly but surely from Sacramento to Chicago.  We departed Monday morning July 21st at the scheduled time of 11:09 am.  From that moment on, one could feel that the words “on time” would elude us in the...

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When they came to a side hall Joulupukki stopped.
     “Do you feel the magic?”  He said to her.  She nodded.  He stepped around the corner, on the far end stood Gwaldon in the middle of the hallway. ...

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Surviving with little money
Life really isn’t funny
Raining even when it’s sunny

Don’t wanna run this rat race
No chance of keeping up pace
Falling on my flat face

But this is my turf
Like nowhere on earth
This is MY place
To defend with my life, so I don’t lose face

The smell...

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I am 58
I was forced to three wives
That always feed on hate.
My offspring are millions of lives
Only united in sharing my cakes.

I am 58
I can't feed my children at my age
No, their elected elders won't let me to
Despite the plenty, they are left with little.

I...

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