Best Called Poems

"For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams." Pedro Calderon de la Barca

              The leaves change hue.
        I’m right behind. They...

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How blessed I am that you are in my life
Amazing grace whistles through the valleys one tune

You make my body sizzle with your kisses
Fireflies light up blazes in a night sky faraway

I enjoying my dreams and fantasies
Where the sunsets and kisses the moon goodnight 

And...

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POTD 19 September 2017

Apprehensively I tramp with my lamp - through a path shrouded in gloom
Silvery shafts of light entwine and fight through foliage as they creep
Gnarled branches twist as I resist their sinister outstretched grabbing reach
With a hushed bated breath I move in stealth...

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There is a place called beautiful nestled deep in my mind's eye
Gingham curtains crisply pressed frame periwinkle summer sky
Brass kettle on the old gas stove reflects cast iron pans
And always at the kitchen sink, I see busy, wrinkled hands.

There is a place called beautiful, I'm...

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A THIEF CALLED TIME

“Time is the thief you cannot banish”
Phyllis McGinley writer 1905-1978

All that live upon this earth
dwell on borrowed time,
for the human race every
single day that passes by
is a payment off an unsecured
loan, that gifted at birth.
While time can be a wondrous friend
beware when...

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The libertine flails his torches
Burning staffs in his hands aglow
Golden sparks from the kindle beseech you
To dance on flames that he throws
For he is a man they call Passion
No soul has escaped what he's sowed


Good bye to innocence
Only embers are left where he's roamed
Good bye...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and down each tree-lined street
Where childhood friends and neighbors meet
In history and memories rich
The blue jays sing in perfect pitch

The corner...

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My body is a graveyard.
I buried you inside this defective womb.
I am less than a woman.
My flesh a fertile tomb.
Tiny ghost.
I will never hold you.

My baby is crying.
My baby is crying and no one can hear their haunting wail but me.
Night after night.
Hush now.
Shhh, 
Momma...

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I tread between green mounds of decay,
surrounded by rows of engraved stone.
Lost in thought, I lose track of the day,
for I've seldom felt so all alone.

Where death lingers between monoliths,
an air of somber clings to the shade.
But despite supernatural myths,
I begin to wander unafraid.

A dying...

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This evening called passion 


“Moonbeams now blushing ‘pon soft heavens ashen, 
love flowing deeply, this evening called passion” 



Ensconced in effervescent lingerings
sifting through moonlit seams
Soft flavored drippings of ecstasy
melting slowly within the fever
dancing across my skin
as your fingers trace
the outline of my deepest secrets,
mysteries lodged...

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It was in the early fall when the colors of life were changing
Leaves painting a new carpet on the sidewalk
Eyes meeting 
Exchanging glances
A pounding noise
Was that his heart?
Candleights and dinner
A starlit night             ...

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You have my voice that sings
My eye’s that love to see
My heart beating when it believes
My hand writing poetry of what should be
My steps walking boldly thinking of thee

My minds consumption of 
vast amounts of time 
My work that tries providing
Any attention that I can...

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In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn...

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Twenty Pints of Sunshine
David J Walker

It seemed to be the only thing 
In abundance on the farm
The light and heat
	The shine so bright
Long days 
short nights
And work doled out in the mornings

Today we will bottle in bell jars
20 pints of sunshine 
	And call it canning
A...

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"Umpteen little moments of all living creatures are knitted together to weave the vivid fabric called 'Life' " ~ by poet. 

The first wee sprout springing up from a seed
Bright sparkling baby eyes so fresh and pure
A wobbly calf standing first time for feed
Cute ducklings...

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