Best Antique Poems

 These eyes have often been solaced

by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently

towards a sky's velveteen blanket

and angels'silver gowns

By gazing over hills

to where old country...

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Round and round I go 
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in...

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We strolled hand in hand
along Naples cobbled streets
beneath nearly blown- off linen sheets
Hanging  from old  balconies.

Street musicians played their bagpipes
ciaramellas,mandarins
In this southern bustling...

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Mother wore an ample apron
to cover her clean dress.
She'd tell you that's what it was for
if you asked her, I would guess.

But that apron had...

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THE DOLL

With Mona Lisa wiles, unfurled.
Her porcelain lips with tight grip.
A button dress antique and pearled.
Her glass eyed threat.

Unnerving doll — she’s quite a trip.
A...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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My Inventory:

flashlights
high-performance yo-yo
poetry books
fishing poles
ice-fishing hut
regret
pocket knife
sharpening stones
laughter
boomerangs
passwords
life's artifacts
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
Guardian Angel
wooden snow-sleds
more poetry books
olde-tyme-radios
compassion
camping gear
Babar, the Stuffed-Elephant
Angel-in-a-basket
imagination
McCoy Cookie Jars
nature field-guides
forgiveness
Soup-friends
ties I don't...

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She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace 
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling...

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"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, 
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film, ...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
...

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Truth burns at the center of all occurrance,
it is a heat that motivates appettites to enlarge,
truth is a multiplier of quests, 
satisfaction always arrives at...

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When the auctioneer first shows it,
I feel a sudden piercing shock.
My grandma's hand-sewn antique quilt
Is on the auction block.
It is the lovely basket pattern
And her...

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Love is like a fire
It often expires
A comfort that revives
Your tender soul alive.

A blind joy soaring
The loveless signs ignoring
It rises high with freedom's grace
To spring...

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Cherry wood accents, glass entombed

precious moments captured, enshrined

antique curio cabinet, bring me back in time

that porcelain doll, great gram's pearl

painted piercing eyes still reflecting her...

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