Best Carriages Poems

she paints lipstick
mother's red
on her sunken face
careful not to smear
the edges of tears
...a kiss upon her cheek

she tries to scrub
her unkempt soul
with the filth
upon the...

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Treading upon a thread so fine,
Finer than the strands of silken twine,
Ah, but we err in our belief,
For hair is but a protein sheaf,
A chain...

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Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple...

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I have caressed
in coffin draped hugs
those who defended me,
hung limply as taps
and tears flowed
across generations.
Known the thrill
of fireworks and jubilation
rose, full faced,
in sundrenched
wind starched glory.
Wept...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people...

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Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in...

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Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons? 
Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon.

Where bullock carts, stray...

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Wonder Clouds

Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, in my thoughts.
What lies above those clouds up high?
Beyond the bleached, yellow sometimes blue sky.
Some say that clouds...

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Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is...

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Around that table picture the scene 
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean 
What were the topics on the agenda that day 
The...

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she liltingly spun     smiling and singing
"You are my sunshine"    waving for us
      ...

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In the heat and rain , upon tracks rusted and bare
A little red trolley sits, remembering former days 
Of horse drawn carriages, filled with new...

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— — — — — — — — -

Wrapped in silk, you hold my hand,

my countess.

Full of quiet fire and tenderness.

We ride winged horse carriages...

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As evenings dark began to close in
a little girl wipes her nose on her sleeve.
Listless and hungry she walks in the snow
a poor and lost...

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A Praise to London


To all of London’s folks who travel each
     day on their famous “under ground”
Yes praise you our London...

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