Best Clair Poems

I would practice each day without satisfaction,
longing to capture the moon's oratory.
DeBussy, God, help me, I should say that I'm sorry!
Though my fingers were nimble, I'd lose concentration,
and fumble along with a grumble and sigh. 

Provoking the chords, that should tumble and rise
into a glorious,...

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Half-past dusk, and I am seated on a low wall,
the custodian of the garden my Mother made.
Two of the primary colours rest awhile,
but blue is still busy.
There is a stillness,
punctuated by furtive shadows.
Above, silent, like a parent standing over a sleeping child,
the moon keeps watch.
So...

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When evening dusk falls from the edge of night 
like a loosened taffeta from bridal halls 
the wrist pulse slows as the stars align 
their talisman to keyon thoughts of you  
She dances  to the steps of light 
like a  wild specimen...

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Sharp pain sliced like a red rose thorn,
prior to church on Sunday morn.
It felt as though insides were torn,
when she was born, when she was born.

No time to wait, she did not care,
she wailed real loud then gasped for air.
Her twin inside, they could not...

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A pensive moon lets fall the rain 
that calls you to a darkened sill, 
where, apprehensive, you remain, 
held captive in her thrall

until she waxes at the window pane 
to ask intently if you'll still be back
when she's gone past her wane

Beyond the glass, 
you...

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Governess of endless flowing tides
Ancient Orb that mystifies

Dusty ochre, bright hot white
Cycling and glowing with borrowed light
Cratered desolate dusty reflector,
Yet invoking your own haunting specter

Revealing all when heavily laden
Ebony cloaking when waning maiden
Luminous shafts caress and bathe
The supple skin of lover’s raves

Wondrous wishing talisman bold
Wide-eyed...

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While the city rests under the velvet of skyline ,
I lie awake to trace a highway of clouds
trailing against a lunar pageant,
as evening shadows alter different time zones 
throughout the universe's frame-- 
while ambrosial rawness enters my pores
from the fondle of this waxing red-ball.

Oh Clair...

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By the crescent moon above
I dreamt of your embrace, my love
In the moonlight by the sea
We sailed away just you and me
Protected by the clair de lune
A million stars on honeymoon
Enlaced we pledged fidelity
Our hearts teeming with intensity
The moon our witness for eternity



AP: Honorable Mention...

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As ivory awakened the moon,...

                           exquisite music lulled me to sleep 





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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
(My mother's favorite classical piece)...

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A Poet Called Clair

     There was once a poet named Clair,
     Who produced poetry, out of thin air.
     When asked, “How is it done?”
     She said, “I do it...

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There was a BEAR named CLAIRE. She had two sisters BLAIR, CHER and a brother PIERRE. CLAIRE"S family planned a picnic this year. Mama BEAR had to go to MARKET SQUARE which was very RARE. She gathered the children to give them TRAIN FARE,off they...

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Feather light, dancing to and fro
Garden rapture the fairies know
A wistful touch, perhaps to try
To touch the wing of a butterfly

Tears upon the lonely eye do brim
Softly the day's light begins to dim
Melody lingers on the velvet breeze
Old memories the gentle music tease

Melancholy the evening...

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Who's knocking like that?

"... in the light of a feather..."

and as bright as full noon

Brunette replies to HarleQuinn

"... is this your spoon?..."

Dialog established

Act  three, Honey Moon

Then Pooh said to Piglet

"... it really is you!..."

a Mile works for Her

and her smile works too



"... you should...

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Listening to this haunting refrain
Reminds me of a walk in the rain

Can hear the raindrops as they fall
Stretching my legs I am no longer small

Faster I walk through my valley of dreams
Getting wet as the roads turn to streams

Splashing through memories held fast
Letting them go...

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Would an artist hand over 
his paint brush in exchange 
for the happiness of this world

Watching the moon 
finish its last work but 
not putting a signature 

Fails to capture that beauty 
thet golden glow that comes 
through the mind of a painter 

While the...

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