Best Belts Poems

I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police

Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping...

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I'd finished work early so I went, to pick the kids up from school
I thought this time tomorrow, we'll all be bathing in the pool
We...

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Looking down undulating mountains with
Their highs and dips,
Reminding me of your long neck, your breasts,
Your thighs and hips,
Your miraculous face, running my finger down
Your brow,...

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When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read...

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Water, Water, Everywhere

Water, water everywhere,
In yards, houses and even cars,
Animals scramble to higher ground,

Dark, Angry Clouds hover above,
Thunder belts its fury,
Spilling the depths of its...

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No belt and a pair of boxers underneath
Coolin', stylin', and profilin' with a fresh new
pair of kicks on the feet

Saggin', draggin', loose and not together
Constantly...

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I s’pose you've heard of Tamworth and the shindig there each year, 
where country music reigns supreme and all its stars appear.  
They’re in...

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Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines 
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming...

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this enchantment
it cannot be measured
it cannot be weighed
it cannot be told in time
or days
yet here it is as i'll describe
tis in my riding
tis in my...

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O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance

O' dear poets, hold sweet and true to thy calls
Let not rejection's dark, lead hearts astray
Not into realms of...

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"Reality is something you rise above."

                   ...

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L’Heure Bleue

Winter comes into early spring,
Patches of grey crusted old snow linger in the shadows under spruce sentinels.
Larches still bare-branches, only for support of their...

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New city street

With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes...

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Scientists claim the big bang was the first sound ever, not knowing how hard milkyway had to beg forever so they could team up to...

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it moved on its own like electricity 

shimmering 
sparking in the wires
arcing light
or 
like air in my tires
...you rolled 

drove me
roved me with sleight of...

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