Best Checkerboard Poems

Flies in the dark black as night
Cloak waving like wings… such a fright
It gives all the people, who are watching close by
Leering face makes children...

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I am standing naked on a crowded street
But nobody seems to be noticing me
I am less embarrassed by my nakedness
Than by my invisibility

They all seem...

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Truly, the bee hive innards hum 
Truly, the body inside gurgles 
Truly, the cave echoes the vortex 

Truly I know these sounds 
from last night...

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I laugh and I cry
And I'm doing it all at the same time
I walk and I crawl
When not bouncing around like a rubber ball
It builds...

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I collected the kinetic swirls
of differing shades
in the dizzying reflections
of how you made me feel

Whirling affects
blurred in calliope sonnets
and brass ring reachings
while riding a paisley...

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EASTER DINNER

they liked the one behind me
the teal and black checkerboard
its sparkling tiles on the diagonal
red, yellow, blue, pink pillows
on sofas and chair

the sunrise was...

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I hesitate for a moment outside the rod iron gates;
sensing behind those castle doors, a long past life awaits,
within those many mortared walls, rising high...

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My golden ego soars higher than yours
I can hold my breath longer underwater
of course,
because my publican lungs are stronger than yours
I can outshout your taxing...

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There, resting in stoic frame, it
reflected its sheen surface; glowing 
like a stilled black water river—The stage
mocking banks at high tide.

Ebony rowed keloids rose in-between
marshmallow...

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I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a season so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Recalling the hourglass...

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	The Selfish Knight and His Lady

Sixteen pieces for me
	Allotted the same for you
But, it always begins with Me first
Unless the 'me' is you...
Whereupon, like Alice...

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Pausing to breathe before falling
into patterns of pain.
Synapses fire with memories
materialized from tissue.

Why pain?
Where IS sorrow in the grey matter
and why does it matter
this pattern...

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CHILDREN OF LAHORE
(Easter Sunday 2016)


Arms flailing
From
Her
Blue burka,

The woman
Jumps

Like a checkerboard
Piece
Up and over
The white squares

Of bedsheet
       To bedsheet
To bedsheet

Each
Draped
Over a
Red...

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37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first...

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It is something
I've never feared,
I was born to fly.

Born to see cloud shadows
on the ground and the sugar sprinkles
of snow along a ridge,
leading to
the frosting...

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