Best Bunched Poems

...and the Demon spoke,
its voice deep and mellow like smooth satiny chocolate,
"There is more, much more than good and evil,"
the words thunderously whispered.
The verdant emerald...

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Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo...

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Leaves are beauty of the Master’s touch
…beds of leaves for homes of squirrels and such

Bunched by opossum in the hollow of an old oak ...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly...

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This bouquet of flowers 
Were made especially for you
And the perfumed postcard
Has the scent of gardenia in bloom

I wrote this poem last night
To tell you...

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Slovenly sorrows cause a blur,
Shameful shallows seep and stir.
He whimpers; a cowering cur,
Deathbed's deals, give-take, now occur.
Soul dried, bunched ball of prickly burr
Waste-of-time tears, goad...

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Dedicated to My Son, My Kyle The Smile




Listen Kate, listen dear,
I have a new word for you to learn.
Tell your ears to clear and hear.

When...

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Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled
with facial lines brightly smile crunched.
Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled
from decades of holding faith bunched.
She prayed steady,
her praise ready.

Her...

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(A Prophetic Poem from the Holy Spirit)

When you pray in My Name there is hope!
There is peace!
There is joy unspeakable!
Did you know that when you...

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Not marked on any mapped out town
found where the country is green and brown,
not on the gray, concrete corner of Main
can you find your way...

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Chicago's been dubbed the windy town,
but Great Falls has that tag nailed down.
If you're facing Montana's fierce wind,
you're moving where you didn't intend.

Prairie grass rolls...

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'Love Story' Poetry Contest. 
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
1st Place. 

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” 
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At one time loud rock and roll music

Would drive me up the wall

Guess I must have really mellowed out

It no longer upsets me at all

Either...

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If I Were a Plastic Bag…

I would help shoppers carry their stuff.
Anything: groceries, toys or powder puffs.
I could help thrice, because I am tough.
I like...

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Winter is on the tips of her fingers.
Winter is silver on her breath as she exhales,
oxygen stamped with her name, forgotten
as either one,  
stiffening...

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