Best Bunches Poems

I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
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assorted like the washing on its lines
the words appeared along my way
in bunches of neat paragraphs    
they briskly flapped into my mind
still...

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All around us are flowers, varied.
Beautiful in tinge and tone.
Combined, they create a marvelous show,
Dazzling the eyes and pleasing all senses.
Earth is never left morose...

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Bells summoned as they tolled the sad departure
Of my poor mother’s sudden demise.
I led the short funeral procession
Towards her eternal resting sepulchre.

Before her black ebony...

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"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
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You knew you were going to die. 1
And yet you came, thinking no matter how insane,
the man on the seat of power would never want...

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE!!!!!


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I.
He was patient very-very
with child's tenderness in eyes
yellow winged angel's unwary,
He was living quiet in skies.
Without disputes, without roughness, 
without want to weep and moan,
He...

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 How grateful I am
Having been created to be always
In the heart of Jesus;
He poured out through me,
His unconditional love
To my family, friends
Students and to...

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Buried deep in this vault is Andrew John Greenwidge
Fell into and drowned in a giant tank of raw sewage
The mourners to his funeral brought bunches...

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After winning a sweepstakes, I determined to go on a lengthy trip;
And I wanted to tour the mainland, after I had disembarked the ship.

The countryside...

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I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.

I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei...

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As the morning breeze springing sprightful fragrance
Stolen cleverly when he kissed the soft colourful petals
I woke up into a new fresh delightful daylight
To taste once...

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Heaven to each of us will be something different.
Artists will find paint brushes, easels, canvases, and glitter paint.
Musicians will discover instruments not invented yet on...

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If I could give you the moon
I would lasso it and
Pull it to you.

If I could give you the stars
I would gather them in bunches
Just...

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