Best Canteen Poems

Humanity Canteen

My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I
have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where
on a...

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Prickly cool fills my lungs,
     Like a bladder canteen on a Bedu dromedary,

Sloshing the alveoli that branch, internal ...
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Rambling across the grassy flowering meadow,
She felt like walking on air, as she flipped off her shoes,
She ran across, feeling the dewy fresh morning grass,
All...

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Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first...

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He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the...

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At sunrise newlyweds wandered from camp
hiking into unfamiliar terrain.
And now they have to spend the night in the
desert despite their unbearable thirst.

The sweltering heat of...

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Mirror of memories 





As he stands by me,
wonder if he is the one?
my first love ?

Subtle emotions of schooldays, classroom,
Those moments 
of togetherness in canteen,
For...

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A Tribute to Jan Allison.

Mirror,  tell me who is the rightful limerick queen
There is a poetess, the most humorous I've seen
She's the one called...

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She sits by the window with coffee in hand
Watching the raindrops tapping on the glass
Her mind revisits that high school year again
With the same questions...

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Golden Roses 


...to one who has faith, no explanation is necessary...to one without faith, no explanation is possible...Thomas Aquinas. 


Roses side by side where the...

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Can you imagine a bond with one I have hardly seen?
But if I can call someone my bosom buddy, it is Maureen.
We contact over the...

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Sometimes I sit in wonder,
Thinking about
All the stories
I so fondly
Remember from Uncle
Walter; telling me
About his experiences during WWII, oh so many 
Years ago.

There were so...

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Paper art was tongue steeped wet,
Midnight’s swim in gel.
Tactile only silhouette,
Dense unseen new shell.

Dawn’s hot shower could not clean,
Midday’s warmth woke me.
Slow cures had tapped...

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summer sun...
running to a corner canteen
for the bagels...

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Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana.  I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position. ...

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