Best Blanch Poems

VII.

An involuntary shudder as I watch her 
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Well I got some big hair
Sittin' on my big head
Got a big wife
Sleepin' in my big bed -
Got a big reason 
For singin' this song -
It's great to be me,
'Cause I'm never wrong.

Gonna build a big wall
To keep them Mexicans out;
Gonna make 'em all pay
"Cause...

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Once there was 
a tiny tree,
who wished itself
a lofty, wide-spread
oak; 
        longing to have 
on him song-birds light...
        to share a tune
to strum some beams
on full-moon night – 

but the cat...

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Don't ask me how it happened; I have no clear recollection. I have always had this brazen habit of coming right out and directly asking for whatever I want; I always figured "no!" was the only worst possible outcome, aside from a good cussing, perhaps....

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The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay 
openly exposed.

Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.

Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?

Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?

Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?


Author's...

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There once was a branding woman that worked on a ranch
She ran through woods looking behind every branch
Frantic to find a tolerant male to arrange wedding plans
Her methods guaranteed producing orangutang comedians
Also, her cranky, exuberant life made the ranchers blanch

Grandmother arranged a meeting to hear...

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WELCOMING    WINTER


In  mid-winter we will be wed:
Oh, that  the cool whiteness could be sped !
How my heart waits  for her cool embrace
And the feel  of  snow flakes  on my face,
Running warm through her frosted trees,
Watching the...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from the days of climbing. She clutched her fists searchingly, hoping...

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Helios, open darkened shutters Night did seal;
Nyx's opaque, drawn shades one by one peel.
With prehensile fingers grip your enlightened quill,
Selene's pale orb with luminescent lines reel.
With gilded parasol twirl your flaming wheel,
Until enjoined sparks into tinted rays congeal.
In saffron waves, blanch horizon's, window seal.
On spindled...

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Resting beneath this heavy avalanche
My heart turned from summer to winter
Ice caused my lips to blanch
Couldn't get enough by the shudder.

My feet got cold as they were exposed
To season's numb disposition
But my love for her didn't repose
Though I was losing my recognition.

Time and again, without...

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The melody of our life is made blanch
Dazing our seats by denying us to blare
We are not orators or sorcerers
We are feathers train from the heart
Why is our tone buried in the ranch
When our melody is so sonorous to hear?
We are not trespassing words for...

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Indistinct things
In night’s malaise
Mar morning haze.
We slowly die
Across far sky
On scalloped wings.

September hones
Away the nights—
Blur city lights—
Bleach pale claw marks
Above brown parks
Fading to bones.

Summer now flees—
Blanch indigo
Of afterglow—
Patina wind—
Yesterday’s sin
Of twisting leaves....

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in negative temperature
on whitened branch
refracting winter's dark
inversing frosted blanch

pitch to mirrored pool
of symmetry below
in opposite of dual - 
serene in its afterglow

© Goode Guy 2013-08-05

for David Wilson's "The Reflected Tree"
for the Charles Taylor Arts Center 
ekphrastic poetry event 2013-08-11...

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Come, Aanu, fly away with me,
And let us nestle in our own tree.
Through vales and fountains and hills
And savour the sweetest wintry chills.

Let us probe the lilies in the fields,
And the earth from which every myrtle yields;
And we will feed on the finest of worms
While...

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Point of View or Truth?

What is your view of politics? I'm sad, but dream there's more,
though politics says rhythm's plague, rhyme's rotten to the core,
and hope seems lost that world's worth spit! Can Right say Left is wrong?
Though snowflakes have their differences, what's True sings...

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