Best Carapace Poems

Like bullet holes in a starched white shirt,
they prop the gravestone in the dirt,
a ruby stitch across the face
of veined pale marble carapace.

They held my...

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You don’t have to pitch a tent
Nor build a house to stay
When thousands of us wander desperate
Without a home or place to rest,
You own a...

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The burden of the power of men lay heavy,

As the sword in the stone erect and buried,

In our earth, our mother of all, nourisher of...

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I have a carapace shiny and black,
And when I visit I do more than snack!
I scuttle about in the dead of night,
Never once do I...

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Swept by waves of nostalgia
Afloat on longing tides
I assessed this oyster compound
where my heart could not abide.
Aphrodisiac pulls of Neptune
were as lava cooled to stone
What...

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I lust for sightless soil
navigate between rock and root
eating so much darkness
inhaling so much darkness.
The only sound ... my sticky body.
Moving the reddened earth. 
Back...

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It blows all around us.
Zig zagging in front of the eye.
A million bits of lemon dipped confetti.
Tapping on the carapace of a life.

Fawn dappled-silver maple...

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the...

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A round I'll write on a turtles shell
in hyperbole you'll be borne
on each carapace a story's traced
of when the world was first born.

How Sky Woman...

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Let's presume all is well
Though we know truly in our minds
That we are still crawling
Like a snail under its shielded carapace.

Let's presume it is well
Though...

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Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly...

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impassioned sky mumbles tasteless rain
a soaking measly carapace collects  muddy remains
weather overbears a confessing cloud.



For Carol Brown's 'Nature comes to life' Contest....

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In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned 
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned

From this distant seat shall reap...

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THE BREAKFAST OF SCANDAL
Once upon a lofty testament
 The blue print of a rhapsodic love furls 
Among the two betrothed by a mutual affection. 
Their...

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Tripping the light fantastic in army surplus boots;
trench warfare becomes a paintball pratfall frenzy
every weekend when the rigid carapace of pin-striped suits
is merrily discarded.
Live ammunition...

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