Best Breezily Poems

For Snickers, Aug. 2013 - May 3, 2022

My husband fell in love with him on sight -
the little puppy he brought home one day.
In welcoming him we took such delight -
the way he got excited just to play
or how he was so glad to see...

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Lying on my back,
the warm sun blanketing,
I watched the cloud stacks drift,
breezily blown across the bluest skies,
imagining, dreaming . . .

Dangling from my lips,
sweet honeysuckle straws dripped nectar candy,
delicious extract for flavoring dreams,
visions of the joys to come
when I was older grown,
reveries of life and...

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DISTURBED MOMENT

In this sudden moment
I’ve a simple wish to walk about spreading love
      everywhere
Oh, the thought seems so...bright, so…sunny
Yet – and I cast this flash aside – 
A thought in isolation is thought without 
     ...

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Connie was a terrific best friend
She kept my secrets forever and a day
We were a galloping duo to the bitter end
Then college called, and I was whisked away

Fifteen hands high with a fanciness for fruit
Connie was a gentle filly with a love that was full
My...

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I don't know where I tangle to
But I know that I emerge 
I'm all the senses you'd pander to
From stillness to full surge 
When fronds sway breezily I'm there
Yet vines encroach my throat I fear
Is it worth it to step in or flee
There is only...

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"The Value of Reading"

messages impressed
upon the secret keepers.
when is late too late?
to divulge the truth?

"I know this is a shock"
arrives far too late 
when it is anticipated
by the writer pundit 

keeping tabs
on runnaway horses 
trained at the gate
tokens laid for bets.

what then sister?
if all should...

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As black as my birdlover poet's 
pen ink hue in hue
A rook and a raven flew flew 
flew
when the wind it breezily blew 
blew blew
and blustery became the view 
view view

An albatross then gracefully 
took to the air
and for hours it seemed to 
linger there
O'...

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I saw one day a city of trees
Walking down a path with me
Following hidden eyes to see

Saplings jungled up together
Like a stream of walkers too
Confused at all by windy weather

Deer pellets scattered walk-aways
Somebody's got to clean that up
Small insects eat away the maze

Emerald canopy of...

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When I was three foot tall I could fly.
Now that I've reached near six and descending
things have become more, grounded.
It wasn't an aeronautical event or
some Newtonian physics explanation,
or even a Las Vegas prestidigitation,

it was merely that my mind, that is to say I,
could entertain the...

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it starts underneath a small table
near the entrance to a motel lobby
and grows with great speed and sprite
quieting the house-guest at the counter
as it flows - muted down the hallway

glass doors opened with dampened yawn
and it streams across the parking lot
as sedans and pickups suppress...

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Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins....

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Carolina wren lifts fluted song
skyward
in a forest spotlight
breezily pitched
               like an opera worth staging
               a sentiment of...

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A golden leaf, silently falling
Returning to earth that created it earlier
Gently... slowly...  breezily 'tis transported
Landing humbly on its side, bowing, submitting
Its end has arrived, it demurely relinquishes...

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Dactylic Pentameter




Wild wind with force to demolish our buildings and homes in town.
Wail on Comanche and scream your shrill anger down streets and paths.
Ye do destroy and kill running amok to knock structures down.
Twister, run show your destructive mark tossing glass plates and laths.
Gentle wind,...

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‘ Legendary … ' ( Part  2 (of) 4 ) 


And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …

… of Starry Skies, Blazing Fires and Dark Mysteries …
Inside Halls of Castle Walls...

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