Best Beth Poems

The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



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Once I'm gone 
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden...

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I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every...

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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done

Heidi always brings a...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I see myself as she is, stripped of all my former beauty...

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On a smoky grey October dusk
ensnared by a timeless musk
my heart met those dulcet tides
mellows engulfing it in strides.

A frivolous soul I'd always been
a quarter...

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The ruination of the mighty earth
Was started when explosions rocked the sky.
Ten years of darkness followed. . . then a heat,
And that is when the...

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Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone
This was the first time I’d laid eyes on your final resting place
In front of me stood...

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I read it  from the bathroom wall.
God alone save's us one and all.
Along with other mixed obscenities like 
for a good time call.

Some read...

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"Picasso Blues"



Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather 
on a 
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the 
lost dance floor 
crowded
with more 
than a thousand 
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring  
a thousand
poker...

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When visions, discoveries burn my soul
that which pours out of me is something forceful, 
maybe CHASTE. Although it's hard for many to embrace
ideas on an...

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When farthest fields of tall
           grasses are dry and harshly mown. 
Then, wildflowers to the...

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Some poets write to glorify the Lord
while others like to sing the praises of
earth’s beauty or perhaps of their adored.
So many write of nature and...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche...

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