Best Before Noon Poems

The Sounds of Silence
By: Simon & Garfunkle

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow...

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Winter is leaving a patchwork behind
Woven lumps of snow, for spring to un-wind
Melting into flowing streams, easy to follow
Right on down to the river bend's flow
A place for my soul's revival, under tall pines, soft soil
A nice place of rest from burdening toil
I can imagine...

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Sunflowers like smiling balloons,
round and robust, sounds
of the stem bobbing like a string
tied not to the past but to the soons.

Lost before noon, the duct
let out one final tear. Now
she is nearer to God than me.
Like a sheepdog, I guard my Dad.

Sunflowers, weaved into a...

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Dad can I have that big red balloon?
There's only one left, and he'll sell it soon
It's not like a goldfish, it won't have to be fed
or that pink candy floss, which sticks to my head

Dad can I have that big red balloon?
I won't ask for...

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The laundry on the line is dancing in time
to a wind whipped tune in early June
it tosses and turns, it whooshes and whirls
around and around in a yard before noon. 

As clothes gayly flow, with pink socks in tow 
the magic of the cool breeze...

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Weep with me winter morning
Sing for me a solemn tune
Dance for me winter morning 
Tell me a story before noon

Crack
Crack
Bang

A crashing tree limb pulled me breathlessly from my freezing bed.
White morning stares viciously in my face, 
Lingering snow and rain turned everything into hardened ice.
Nude...

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The beautiful morning sits alone,
but with wonderful distress, and
lonelieness.

A tear falls from the morning sky,
and it begins to cry a storm alive.

Oh beautiful morning, what has
you so upset?

This morning cannot be like this.

Even before noon, the morning
sky, flooded the earth, no more
dry....

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To anyone and all
I am awestruck
as I attend
this some-what altered afternoon
altered in a way by
poetic humans
tiny tables among giants on words
sharing all unselfish things as
pen and tea harmonize in their hands.

These peaceful poets including I at this convention
all paired by four
tease time and essence before...

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Waking to sight of day
The ironic disorientation
bedroom ceiling moviescreen 
fades out this dreams last scene
left looking dumbfounded at tiles

Sunrays shine splintered through bent blinds
  casting illuminous entities into otherwise
darker turf
  Blanket tangles limbs and ambition tight
traversing body and shielding one eye
 guarding it...

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There she goes into the moon dust 
Walking in the silver lit fair and just, 
Above stars were sprinkled on her hair,
Her body,clothes with perfumed jasmine air, 
She carries galaxy in her eyes;
Wearing her hope like a crown and rise,
Her head filled with fantasies and...

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I always thought that I knew love
How intense that feeling could be
But, you were my gift from above
Just exactly what I'd need

I never thought I'd be a mother
I thought that time had past
It was a shock to believe another
For I was pregnant at last

I was...

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Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh my soul I have something to share
Oh my soul I am still here.

I leaned against the pillar of your soul
And...

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a post from 2014
for my beautiful granddaughter, Alexandra

After 13 days of confinement, 
a caterpillar broke out of her butterfly egg,
Then ate the shell and pipevine leaf, 
upon which it was laid,
A small fuzzy caterpillar, 
with red spikes sticking out her sides and top,
She noticed on...

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Spenserian sonnet

To Trundle Beach we turn to find our fun
with fam'ly on vacation ev'ry June.
Relaxing, romping, ready for some sun,
we traipse the trails with youngsters before noon

then nestle down for babys' naptime croon.
We find the time for each of our four boys,
yet treasure time alone,...

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Harvesting 



The bright of the morning 
allured to reap crops
Grasses on the ground, 
admired decision, full of love
Glow from the east, 
Accelerated births of desire 
of all creation of the earth
whispered do that.

Rising sun for the day 
A farmer's mind for the cultivate 
Intrigued and...

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