Best 8 Poems

A gypsy dance enthralls the stars
into a twirl of rustling hems 
as women tap bare feet, guitars
lift twiddling notes of lore’s anthems
along a woodland’s lively fest,
where beaded hair glides in  thrilled zest
to charm night’s hours...to romp away
till wagon drifts when morning strays.



 
My destiny...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us 

we go about our daily business, 
as if all our tomorrows are far away...

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8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     .     .     . ...

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Sister World

Oh sister world that can’t be seen
You dwell beside our haunting moon.
Are you like Earth, are your fields green?

by Connie Marcum Wong

3 BY 8 IMAGE - Poetry Contest
December 30, 2014
visual 2...

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I wonder where earth joins the sky,
then hear the thunder's battle cry,
and ponder how the day rescinds,
with words that rattle with the wind

A rumbled sound from clouds tinged gray,
as treetops tremble, bend and sway
A raindrop tumbles to the ground
I wander back to shelter found 




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You asked me yesterday my love
If I would become your wife
Let me tell you that forevermore
You will only be in my life.


There’s something I must say to you
These things my love are true
You must never forget these words I say
Because my darling, I love you.


My...

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Painting 7: FORBIDDEN


Before darkness steals the light of day,
entering as graceful as the morning mist
in the window ajar, the bitter breeze:
freezing me.

My light clothes short - dances with the curtain
but like the clouds, calm; I stand. My splayed
hands upon the glass condensation. 
I exhale in...

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the gravel path
glitters with sunlight-- 
dragonfly wings...

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We come alone, and alone we depart,
This journey compels us to play our part.
Come now, no one stays for eternity's span,
We come alone, and alone we depart.

How can the moon conceal its glow?
He stands first and last, this truth we know.
We come alone, and alone...

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Intense desires arise when turning manic!
     it's like a non-stop, full ejaculation
(from mania that feels like way orgasmic)

Pelvis and loins afire like fantastic,
     and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Intense desires arise when turning manic! 

Eros peaks, then...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7

playing on the raw-coal 
the under-clothes of the airhostesses 
continue to sing a song

even-then the germination of the almonds 
can never become the sugar-candy 
made of palmyra 

may be they don’t want so 

until and unless any night-guard...

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This is a parody on Gee Officer Krupke from West Side Story .

   Dear  Doctor  Grumpee
   Nobody  knows
   Why  I'm  hooked  on  this  site
   Writing  poetry  and...

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 charcoal eyes arranged
snowflake smiles fill the day
winter's warm hello...

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Swallowing soil's nutrients, they swell up under earth -

round or tubular vegetables of edible wholesome delight!

Carrots, beets and onions steadily fuel the body,

but yams, potatoes and parsnips - baked and buttered -

are the ones I ROOT the loudest for!


Written Jan. 4, 2016 for the Rooting...

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Under the broad sweep of endless sky,
In that rare and hallowed moment
When the moon, in audacious stealth,
Edges before the sun,
A quietude descends, profound and deep.

The air, thick with anticipation,
Holds its breath;
The earth, in its tireless orbit,
Pauses—in reverence 
To the grandeur to which we all belong.

This...

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