Best Cautioned Poems

POTD 23 Mar 2024 

THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.

Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was...

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An empty throne – Part 1 of 9

For this of castled velvet throne
A queen does weep a single tear
Bleak shadows of this night have grown
To...

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It was in the mists of morning, beneath the rising morning sun,
We had come to conquer Ft. Langley, It was me and Al and John.
We...

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I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.

A...

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     "Dream Weaver Damsel"


in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills
a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills
amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn...

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The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans...

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Someone inquired of me about poetry contests,
And I shared some thoughts and considerations,
The contests, I wrote, are an incentive to write
Learning about poetry’s forms and...

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Indra knew this very well that 
What ever may be the immense charms of heaven
Hidden in it’s never ending joys, songs and pleasures  
There...

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Slushbo was called Pinkie back in the “day”
Boys who dated her said “hip, hip hooray!”
She was daring and dashing, and did many great things.
But never...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the...

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Every fear 



Here beyond the sandstone crease
Long beneath this fractured fault
I take my bow as tears do cease
Collected in a cardboard vault

Dreamt of moments spent...

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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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From my window, darkness was quickly descending.
Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending
to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared
and totally freaked out, for...

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A dull-looking scuffed up ebony toolbox full of pure happiness,
Sat in the back of Charley’s old green Chevy pick-up truck,
Waiting for him to drink his...

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I sit outside wondering what those bossy raccoons are doing in the kitchen.
They threw me out assuring me that spaghetti making is their specialty.
Do not...

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