Best 88 Poems

Until the drought of '88
Euphonic sounds adorned his walls,
as he, his wife, and daughter ate
and laughter tripped through carefree halls.

His wife caressed the ivoried keys 
until the drought of '88,
their daughter sang with youthful ease;
each day a gift to celebrate.

That baby grand now bears the...

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Haiku 88
	
	
	I am a coyote
	howl in the autumn
	Indiana night...

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Can this really be year fifty-five that we now celebrate
That day of endless pleasure in your Hard-Top Eighty-Eight?
Old Fred had said to see him wed I’d have to bring a date
Then you were there with flaming hair and Hard-Top Eighty-Eight.

Though six years old it shined...

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Sensual pink lips 
The key to summer pleasure 
I carry your heart









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88 Keys

88 keys on a ring
is too many
  to carry
    to know
      to manage.
But bring me 88 keys
of ivory and black
and I’m in heaven.

I pick out five,
or maybe six
  to strike,
    and...

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COPLA 88 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

Will the meaning of the Word be plain
And what is said not corrupt sense :
Contain the word

Words cannot come alive nor complain
Utterer and uttered entwined fence :
Sense the discord

In the beginning what was the Word
Does OM of all...

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Ceux qui célèbrent ‘88 – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Celebrators  ‘88 »» by T. Wignesan

(This poem mocks the bicentenary celebrations of the founding or « settling » of the Australian continent by the British in 1788 from the point of view of the...

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Your only friend is darkness? Heman the Ezrahite.

That's not how to end your psalm, with ache of lonely soul, 
awake to darkness fall each day, to deepest darkest hole 
as morning clears the dark away.

Yet you persist, Heman, to have your say,
to steel your darkened...

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Yesterday evening  broke brains so I wanted to assemble expressions of consolation. All the beauty of the words, every word, from submarine to wheat fields and Long Island cocktails, kissed skies by Jimmy, blue, yellow and why not pinky black, snow, wine and vanity....

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I saw her walking out the door,
Eyes met as we took the lift,
Hands touched, when we hit the bar,
I asked her out, that was her gift.
Went for a drive by sea and shore,
We watched the tide, I sensed a shift.
She took me to her room...

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SPRINGTIME WINS
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Winter stalling, snowing,
hiding springtime deep!
Snowdrops stretching, growing,
waiting for a peep.

Fauna, flora ready.
Winter not caring!
Springtime holding, steady,.
awake preparing.

Thawing beckons springtime!.
Hark, the robin sings!
Warming, caring sunshine.
Yay! A bluebell rings!

Springtime hiding summer
up its fertile sleeve.
Wanton, summer thunder,
doth springtime perceive!
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2/11/18

88 Syllables - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Joseph May...

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“Lumi, what food do we have left in the sleigh,” Joulupukki asked the elf.
     “A good deal of it, dried meat, bread, jam, nuts and most of the dried fruit.  Why?”
Then it dawned on him, “we do not have enough...

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Reuniting with old friends is always lots of fun,
Because it’s been years since we’ve seen each other.
Back at the ballpark again for baseball in the sun
Swapping stories about our new lives as mothers.

It’s hard to believe so many years have gone by,
Yet, we all still...

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Beware of 88

By Elton Camp

My poem, vile bigotry was mocking
A comment came, against it talking
Any trace of civility it did lack
I’ll admit that I was taken aback

“I know what’s wrong with you.
You’re a lover of the filthy Jew.”
His rant continued for a full page
One filled...

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summer of delight
friends in all the right places
taste of happiness...

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