Best Absently Poems

And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs              ...

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just a tooth pick


I pick up a toothpick 
from a half empty glass jar
stare at it dreamily 
actually some where else,
absently stroking its texture,

this was...

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 Requiem of a Phoenix 

Silhouettes and storm clouds loom, 
etched against a blackened sky
by bolts of electric blue
and ashen moon rays.
I mourn at dusk;...

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Daddy always kneeled--
but it was Momma who prayed,
as he spread lips that couldn't dissent,
no matter how much they trembled.

She was always naked for him
bleeding babies...

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We seine them up
like dust
in pollen-stained hands,
briefly weight them,
balancing them in minds,
determining worth,
profundity. 

And like those before,
we toss them absently
into wind—
winnowing maple seeds—
whirling them from...

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I could write a speech
Dot all the i’s, double check 
The spelling and the grammar in anticipation...

We all know how 
First time meetings can be...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining...

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An old poet yearned, for a freedom not earned. 
Watched as his world burned, as a beating heart churned. 
A hate raging, against his malicious...

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I love to watch the tilt of your tender-tipped fingers
cupping the teacup's rounded heat,

the way you would gently cup my breasts,
your hands coiled lovingly around...

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The knob turned
And opened the door
The door of the apartment
On the first floor
And the sudden gasp
Of air that the fireplace exhaled 
Knocked an ember 
To...

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Oh how very earnestly pleasing
I do so find
The wide, sun splashed avenues
Of grand residential Worthing;
Where the old poets
Announce each and every corner;
So neatly squared and...

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OUT THE WINDOW

October 1st – There’s a tall tree down the block has   
      gone all red at...

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No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds...

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Bigger than YOU Think

The internet, 
is large... indeed. 
It starts here and never ends. 
It just starts over somewhere else. 

In the beginning AOL, 
time...

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A hank of damp hair hangs limply on her forehead.  With the back of a work reddened hand she brushes it from her face....

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