Best Beatrice Poems

Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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I have seen spring’s awakening
And basked in summer’s sun
And I have watched in awe
As autumn’s colors softly sprung
But now that winter’s here
Amid the softly falling...

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Cherish The Moments


Cherish the moments that life has to give
For you to remember as long as you live
Memories are all that shall ever remain
Of moments...

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I have never been to Calvary Nor trod Jerusalem’s path
I did not suffer the crown of thorns nor felt the Roman’s wrath
I did not see...

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we once held time
as if it was a never-ending story
sitting beside your bed
watching the monitors announce vitals
tubes running in and out 
we have been reduced...

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The Autumn sun shone with golden magic
The warmth of the embrace was seen from afar
As I stood along the fence in the valley below

Inside the...

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With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
Some blackcurrant ice cream,
From gondolas to Venice,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,

With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
From Connecticut,
Of fine musical,
Without you, Emily,
I...

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On Being Eighty

Do not smile and pat me on the head
Because I’m eighty
Do not treat me as though I were a child
Because I’m eighty
Do not...

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Here lies Bea At a hundred and three
In the place she vowed She’d never be
She always swore She’d never die
Till all who bugged her
In the...

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Who is that woman
That follows me around
She mimics everything I do
But she doesn't make a sound
She looks somewhat like me
 More mature I must confess
Although...

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For Francine Robersts contest....Pick A Beverage




I once drank a glass of champagne
Then ran naked into the rain
I love all the bubbles
But it caused so much...

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The day was going off, and the brown air
To the terrestrial animals gave rest
For their labors; and only me was there

Just ready to withstand the...

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On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m...

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Vanity…Thy Name Is Woman!

My house is on fire
What shall I do
I’ve seconds to decide
My choices are few
Shall I grab my money
My precious jewels
Or my brand...

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