Best 62 Poems

deep wounds that leave scars
    one moment much more must flow -
    shadows from the soul

    her tears in silence
    the strong arms that held her up -
    in the...

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The scent of linen,
Slacks, creams, leather. Mellow tunes.
Soft muted bustle.

	We move promptly to our quest.
	In the purse, Mom’s hard won cash.
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The shoe department...
Always with my size and style.
The well-groomed salesman,

	His warm charm sooths my unease
	At the cold chrome size device.
  ~
Brylcreem, tweed, Old...

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Haiku 62
	
	New York City
	mother and child asleep
	their sidewalk bed...

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In the manner of President John Quincy Adams


My inmost soul will serve my God.
He is my sure defense.
He's my salvation and my rock.
I'll not be greatly moved.

Those men who plot for my demise
Are like a leaning wall.
They tumble as a tott'ring fence.
My God will slay...

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his  hands

upon her wndow sill

a climbing jasmine


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a climbing jasmine

his hands upon

her window sill ...

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**Edible Delight**

Terzanelle

I crave her culinary delight
Hungry, her dish served over wine.
I crave her culinary delight
My senses tingle when she whines.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Hips and curves, sublime as I dine.
Bursting with pleasure, adjusting.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Innocence...

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#62
bright hovering birds
sip from honeysuckle cups -
a tea monger's cart

#63
bees gather pollen
their legs and wings a blur -
golden alchemy

#64
frost punks spring's success
winter knife's the heart of fall -
summer love can't last

#65
man cuts word in half
and smiles - haiku 'less is more'
puzzle this 'sippi'

#66
pictures overwhelm -
give...

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spring buds
upon the willow tree
chirping birds

melting snow
foot prints on lawn
child's laughter

spring flowers
under my window
rebirth...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 62

Everything’s encased in square 8 by 8*
Each family member plays with 7
Now this now that the future turns out late

This villanelle’s 6 + 2 = 8
Day 1 Month 1 in Year (2016)* 7  
Everything’s encased in square...

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There's nothing more that I can do
But celebrate turning Sixty-two
It came about when I looked away
I always thought sweet youth would stay

Despite my growing apprehension
Father Time said “no extension”!
We know that time goes really fast
My mirror tells me that youth has passed

My eyes aren't quite...

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It’s been 20 years since this Mike
Last took a ride on a bike
Now my muscles are sore
After 4 miles or more
But this just might be something I like

The wind in my hair, ah the chills
The lead in my butt on the hills
About time; I lost...

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This most peculiar man
Who did handstands in the pool
Always in the shallow end
In his speedo, to stay cool?

I've seen him dance in the street alone
This most peculiar man
Or out lying on the public grass
Working on his his tan. 

But mostly I saw him by the...

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The soul waits in silence
for knowing comes his redemption
from God alone it will come
the fortress, rock and salvation

Oh how long do attackers batter
for feeling like leaning tottering wall
deceitful workers speaking kindly
inwardly cursing waiting for the fall

Hope within waits in silence
for faith in God won't be...

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I’ll sleep no sleep of death, while I am here!
There’s work to do, I’ll fight, while it is day!
I’ll be your hands and feet, for you are near
As my own heart… your Presence, something fey
And golden as a halo made of stars,
A wreath of laurels,...

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I've been writing since I was 13 and I am 62 year's of young age,
we live, we learn, we grow, day after day life turns the page.
  I have been on many different poetry sight's since 1975 you see,
the truth about the different sight's...

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