Best Bounce Poems

~ for my fellow poets ~


as slaves to the pen
or our keyboard, more apt
this molding of words
in a word, holds us rapt

fine fancies or fears
take...

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When I was just a wee one
          my mom taught me to dance
   ...

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I be a common salty once
          no captain's bars, did bear
     ...

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~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely...

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~Moon & Sea~

Hey, boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore

Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and ways?

The...

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Words can be whimsical, a merry-go-round
They run in a circle, they bounce up and down
They play hide-and-seek, until they are found
Look how quickly the little...

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Once, a long ways away, and a long time ago
Lived a wee little man with his silly pet crow;
And once every day, as the sun...

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Kiss Goodbye


Verse: 

I remember grandpa, he used to bounce me on his knee
He would always be there, is what he said to me
That kiss I...

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Life is music that drifts in open spaces
        sometimes a brash crescendo 
     ...

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Taken this worn path ,he'd 
taken so many times before
To his one and only true love,
he will always adore

His destination marked Riekers, 
sprinkled with fresh...

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He toddles toward the pebbles, tumbling the smooth stones over
in his four year old palms, rubbing them like Aladdin’s lamp, tossing
them back into the mix,...

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Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore
Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind,
Like the torn pages of a book thrown...

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Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)

Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the...

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There once was a man from Duluth
whose habit was spinning the truth.
He had told the same tale
(every day without fail;
'twas getting quite long in the...

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Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
Where rain...

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