Best Chaperoned Poems

Our bank accounts nearly emptied so we could afford a vacation; two young working girls who'd never been far from home. We were looking forward to finding love on a romantic tropical island. Maybe someone in our group would cast his smiling eyes our way....

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Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and lighting puddles afire. 
It was light in the dark and...

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Preposterous melody won't exist,
Inside a piano without the chord's beat
Aubade is formed when dolefulness emits
Nails the body to where she always sits;
Ordering her fingers to start a writ.

Corners her world with piano as a friend
Heaves fro the melancholia life has sent
Obsolete in the past yet...

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Diva with human touch- for contest



Alighted she from her red limousine
Bedecked in A-line gown, pista green
Till the waist embroidered golden sheen
Satin silk with a halter neckline
Charming face and a vibrant smile!
Stiletto glassy gold with shiny stones
Diamonds green dangled from her earlobes
Clutch in hand golden green...

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Memory’s Shadow
             by Odin Roark

There was a time
She’d float beside him
Their footsteps in sync
Their heartbeats in unison

Even at midnight
Central Park imbued their love
With colors and honeysuckle fragrance
Lake’s shimmering moon-mirror
Sending ripples through enjoined hands

But...

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Our fifteenth year, you and I
If we were married, the ‘crystal’ mile

And oh, we have had our highs, breaking up lunchtime fights
Breaking down novels line by line
Translating Shakespeare to Spanish
for those nonverbal in this language
Dulcet quatrains melted into rounded syllables, thick on my tongue
Still we...

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The world of Expectations

Expectations, do – in all likelihood – become frustrations.
They, in their painful anger, do become manipulations,
of both – both the aching heart and the fragile soul
and of the one’s you seem to want to know
and would prefer to show.

So, what one must...

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A Girls Night Out


They were there, the girls,
each attired in appropriate finery,
clashing generational coifs,

varied displays of fine jewelry,
diamonds, gold bracelets, barrettes,
classic stiletto heels, sparkling sneakers

and a well worn, sensible black shoe.
Four beautiful women going out
and I the lucky man to attend them.

My daughter, beautiful, bronze...

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DISILLUSIONED BY ROMANTIC POETS..
     SO MANY EMPTY WORDS..
     AND EPITAPHS OF LOVE..

     HARANGUED BY CONSTANT DOUBT'S..
     TO MANY QUESTIONS ASKED..
     OF TRUST AND EXPECTATIONS..

 ...

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(this brownarmed girl will sleep
with goodman)

testing the white waters at lunch
she in a blushless
cheesecloth frock
chaperoned by one vased fuchsia forget
me not

coyly sipping cantharis tea
verbalizing
circling a triangle
words slipping from breath moistened lips
like fire thirsty moths quenched by flame
washing their hands
clean of angelcake memories

she keeps a picture...

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Globules exist on the midst of arrival
where seraphim traits flaunt a celestrial worth  
in dynamic shapes blowing sepals from cluster
their transgress to unification and form.
Hint, like a penchant as pleasure disperses,
while chaperoned whispers oblige with goodbyes
collected as options yet duly by number
and from the...

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All the world in fear
the danger's presence near
the evil that we do
is driven by what ever you
want this world to be

And is it you
or is it me
can you tell me where the dividing lines begin
all the things we've heard
all the pain and love we've shared
still...

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when you wanted to give me
you never said for a while
salavic eclipse per epilepsy 
test of the taste then a bile
like a swing in the atmosphere's mood
scared earth passionate puke
next the sky seemed to be soothe 
catharsis resetting her view

I never held back
like the waves...

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He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I...

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